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So I sit here writing words in our old place |
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They all come out as letters |
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And I contemplate mistakes that we all make |
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Start and the ending of eras |
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When mystery fades |
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We identify the problems |
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But, they may not be problems after all [Pre-Chorus] |
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Shock and dismay, they affect what we say |
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We should bite our tongues, we should bite our tongues ' |
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Cause after all, it's only our lives anyway... [Chorus] |
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And I can't let it bother me |
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If fact and fate just can't agree on love, on life |
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Can't we stop taking ourselves too seriously? |
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So I sit here carving words into the wall |
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Words that remind me of just how |
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I was I never felt as old and lonely as |
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I felt When |
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I was young and in love |
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When mystery fades |
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We identify the problems |
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But, they may not be problems after all [Pre-Chorus] |
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Shock and dismay, they affect what we say |
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We should bite our tongues, we should bite our tongues ' |
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Cause after all, it's only our lives anyway... [Chorus] |
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And I can't let it bother me |
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If fact and fate just can't agree on love, on life |
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Can't we stop taking ourselves too seriously? |
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Can't let it bother me |
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If fact and fate just can't agree on love, on life |
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Can't we stop taking ourselves too seriously? |
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Too seriously, |
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Too seriously... |
