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Living in a house of cards |
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Praying the wind doesn't blow too hard |
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Giving in to differences |
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Straining to keep up appearances |
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Making believe the thread can be save |
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You're aching to leave but |
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Deathly afraid of letting go |
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The threads entangled you so |
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Jealousies and legal fees |
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Running away like two refugees |
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Shadowed eyes and alibis |
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Tell you too late you've been victimized |
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Freedom is near but seems to elude you |
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Trying to change you dreams into |
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What your needs allow |
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It should be easy by now |
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Why is love always the last to know? |
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Falling back on better days |
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Trying your damnedest to laugh |
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You've thrown those childish dreams away |
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It's over, you say, still you ask |
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Why is love always the last to know? |
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Falling back on better days |
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Trying your damnedest to laugh |
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You've thrown those childish dreams away |
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It's over, you say, still you ask |
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Why is love always the last to know? |
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Why is love always the last to know? |
