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Sometimes I feel like we've given all we've got, |
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and I'm tired of pretending I'm something that I'm not. |
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So what's the point if it's not the turth? |
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Different nights, same talk. |
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So hard to align our thoughts, and I'm tired of regretting another moment's lost. |
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This is my confession: that I'll never change, |
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and I won't back down again, or accept the blame. |
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No fronts, no compromising. |
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Let's risk it all. |
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Put our faults out on the table, even as we fall. |
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It's in our hands, this is where we stand. |
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It's in our hands, it's where we stand |