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Some couples live in harmony |
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some do not |
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Some couples yell and scream |
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some do not |
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But what you said was something |
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that I can't forget |
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It echoes in my head |
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like a bullet made of lead |
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Some people yell and scream |
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and some do not |
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Some people sacrifice their lives |
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and some do not |
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Some people wait for sleep |
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to take them away |
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While others read books endlessly |
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hoping problems will go away |
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I know you're hoping everything |
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works out |
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Neither one of us is |
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the type who shouts |
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You sleep in the bedroom |
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while I pace up and down the hall |
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Our baby stares at both of us |
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wondering which one of us to call |
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I guess it's true that not |
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every match burns bright |
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I guess it's true |
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not all that I say is right |
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But what you said still bounces |
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around in my head |
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Who thought this could happen to us |
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when we first went to bed |
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I'm told in the end |
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that none of this matters |
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All couples have troubles |
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and none of this matters |
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But what you said |
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still echoes in my head |
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And I'm still in the hallway |
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downstairs sleeping alone instead |
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I know you don't care |
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but here's my last thought |
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Not that it matters |
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but here's the last thing I thought |
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Our little thing is lying |
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here in tatters |
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And you my dear |
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don't have any manners |
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Sad to leave this way |
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to leave it all in tatters |
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Saddening to leave this way |
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to leave it all in tatters |
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I suppose that we all could say |
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that nothing of it matters |
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Still it's sad |
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to see everything in tatters |