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I pick up what's left of my broken heart,
Pack it all back in the trunk of my car,
And follow the white line,
Till I'm feelin' fine again.
I let the rain drown my sorrows tonight,
But when I wake up I let the light,
Try to convince me,
I'm back on my feet again.
It's not about you!
I'm finally walkin',
I'm singin' inside;
I can't hear ya talkin',
And you can't believe it's true.
It's not about you!
I do what I can not to turn back now,
I've come this far and now I know somehow,
I'll keep on lookin',
Till I find me again.
It's not about you!
I'm finally walkin',
I'm singin' inside;
I can't hear ya talkin',
And you can't believe it's true.
It's not about you!
I'm gonna drive all night,
Sort through this thing till I make it right;
You can't believe it,
Can't even believe it's true.
It's not about you!
It's not about you!
It's not about you!
I'm finally walkin',
I'm singin' inside;
I can't hear ya talkin',
And you can't believe it's true.
It's not about you!
I'm finally walkin',
I'm singin' inside;
I can't hear ya talkin',
And you can't believe it's true.
It's not about you!
I'm finally walkin',
I'm singin' inside;
I can't hear ya talkin',
And you can't believe it's true.
It's not about you!
It's not about you!
And you can't believe it's true.
It's not about you.
Recorded by the Ennis Sisters of St. John's, NL (Ennis Sisters, trk#4, 2001, produced by Tim Thorney and recorded at Great Big Music West and East, distributed by Warner Music Canada, Scarborough, Ontario).
