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Sweeping months of lust under the rug |
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Will she ever hold my hand |
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I've asked her many times to dance |
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This appartment's losing all its soul |
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I've been toying with rubberbands |
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Making beautiful mud out of this sand |
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All that we wanted, are now things we can't have |
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Measuring love by the weight of demand |
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She gets mad at me, now I'm tired of talking |
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She gets mad at me, now I'm tired of talking |
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Parting ways with comfort zones and wars |
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Can you still trust a soul |
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When she's let you go two times before |
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Clotheslines far too heavy with these rags |
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But I keep holding tight |
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Yet I'm steering a life I'm not steering a kite |
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Sunshine is losing the stormiest fight |
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I haven't been furious, just out of my mind |
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I wont say a word...you've let your actions decide |
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She gets mad at me, now I'm tired of talking |
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She gets mad at me, now I'm tired of talking |
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I'm tired of talking |
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I'm tired of talking |
