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Even if we say we do, it don't mean that we will |
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It don't mean that we're going to |
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Even if we say we'll try |
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It don't mean that we'll have the opportunity |
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All this time weighed out unrefined |
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Twisted and unkind, all mine |
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All this pain, suddenly arranged |
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A relationship that |
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I've denied |
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My backs against the wall |
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I stumble and fall down, sometimes |
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I screamOh, |
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I'm scratchin' at my head, |
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I'd rather be dead |
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Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms |
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Even if we say we do it don't mean that we will |
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It don't mean that we're going to |
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Even if we say we'll try |
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It don't mean that we'll have the opportunity |
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My backs against the wall |
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I stumble and fall down, sometimes |
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I screamOh, |
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I'm scratchin' at my head, |
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I'd rather be dead |
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Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms |
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My backs against the wall |
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I stumble and fall down, sometimes |
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I screamMy backs against the wall |
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I stumble and fall down, sometimes |
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I screamOh, |
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I'm scratchin' at my head, |
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I'd rather be dead |
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Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms |
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My backs against the wall |
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I stumble and fall down, sometimes |
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I scream |
