| we were giving up time
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| we were giving on back on all that’s left to do sometimes you’ll have to do sometimes there’s nothing left to say
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| we were giving up time
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| we were giving up ties and everyone knew it too
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| rope busted and disgusted
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| and all we knew we cared
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| but it always, comes back to this
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| yes it always, comes back to this again
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| we were kicking around
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| we were broken up bound and everything fell to fear
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| sometimes you can relate
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| sometimes there’s nothing left to say
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| we were giving up time
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| we were giving up ties and everyone knew it too
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| tongue tied and divided
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| the wounds just couldn’t be found
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| it always, comes back to this
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| yes it always
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| six feet below, a world flooded free
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| how should i know, so far from me
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| (i) could try for more, i could settle up for less
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| i’m not keeping score, (i) don’t expect you to confess
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| one side is made, the other side too soon
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| i flip a coin, there’s more sides than two
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| trouble ahead, but there’s just no going back
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| i pray for rain, while the water’s rising fast
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| and it always
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| oh it always, comes back to this |