| It’s the smoky haze you’re in
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| Lime twist in your gin
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| Let’s break each other that could be a thing
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| Sweating out everything you are keeping in
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| Talk forever cheap, over whiskey neat
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| Broken parts of you becoming parts of me
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| Warm nights with fairy lights glowing in the spring
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| I wonder whether she could love a mess like me
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| A lifetime spent just go forget but failing that we just regret
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| I wonder whether we could make some kind of peace
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| Funny how we come to hate the better part of everything
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| It’s the grinding of the teeth
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| All the little fights
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| Codependency never out of sight
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| Roll with the punches on the slow decline
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| Life and love and hell, God and sex and death
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| A myriad of things to kill us in the end
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| Shallow, imperfect but we can’t pretend
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| Swallowed with a grain of salt and shot of pride
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| Take another drink and let them know you’re fine
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| Swept under the rug every single time
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| Every part of us another thing to hide
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| Watch the clock until the death knock
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| Counting off the second hands ticking love and loss
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| Plucking petals from the flowers
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| He loves me, loves me, loves me not
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| I wonder whether she could love a mess like me
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| A lifetime spent just go forget but failing that we just regret
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| I wonder whether we could make some kind of peace
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| Funny how we come to hate the better part of everything
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| Can you feel the storms in the walls
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| The shakes in the floors
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| The hounds at the doors
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| Can you feel the storms in the walls
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| The shakes in the floors
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| The hounds at the doors
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| I swear that we’ve been here
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| Time and time before
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| I wonder whether she could love a mess like me
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| A lifetime spent just go forget but failing that we just regret
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| I wonder whether we could make some kind of peace
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| Funny how we come to hate the better part of everything I love |