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I don't make the rules around here |
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A tear starts at the edge |
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It takes two hands to rip it |
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It takes a lot more than either one of us has said |
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But I come from indecision |
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A place you ain't never been |
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Living in the state of confusion |
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On a map that runs like the veins under your skin |
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We got Miss Communication kicking out the stool |
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We got mass determination making up the rules |
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But saving us is something that we can't do |
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And it's easier sometimes to throw a rope around a fool |
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And love is just another means |
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by which we hang ourselves |
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It takes two to execute |
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One to leave with innocence and one to leave with guilt |
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But I just see no reality |
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Just shades drawn on remorse |
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We've whipped this beast beyond the limit |
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Staggered out of breath along this course |
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It's easier to lose a rope around a fool |
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Easier sometimes to throw a rope around a fool |
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A ring of your indifference thrown anywhere you choose |
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Easier sometimes to throw a rope around a fool |
