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Montana Hannah

You get the limo out front(Wah-ooo) Hottest styles, every shoe,every color Yea, when you're famous it can be kind of fun It's really you but no one ever

There's a gold frame That sits by the window And my heart breaks A little more each time I try To picture the memory inside There's an old book I's too

So I might slip again Let it in now and then That don't mean anything I'm still good I look around me, How did I get here? Not part of my plan I ended

really nice to meet ya One, two, three, can't you smile for a picture? Tonight, we're gonna get this, gonna really love it Oh oh, oh oh Somebody just said "Hannah

So I guess I just let the silver rain, Fall down on my face And wash away the pain And I guess that I will always carry your heart, Carry the blame

Boom Boom, Boom Boom, Boom I like that boom boom pow Them chicken jackin' my style They try copy my swagger I'm on that, on that, on that I hopped

Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Woohoo, Woohoo Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay, Ay Woohoo, Woohoo Ia??m alone ita??s just me, and Ia??m watchin TV And Ia??m always oh so bored

Why do I just lie awake and think of you? I need some sleep Tomorrow I have things to do Everytime I close my eyes I see your face so I try to read

Maybe it's the things I say Maybe I should think before I speak But I thought that I knew enough To know myself and do what's right for me And these