| Wait, I really don’t have the guts for this
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| It must have been abstracted with my appendix
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| Or maybe it grows with my wisdom teeth
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| Wait, it might be such a stretch, it’s not my fault legally
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| I’ll dial the doctors now, you’re right I never was a man for the law
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| Please don’t walk away in defeat, please don’t walk away
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| Wait, I haven’t lost my courage on the rocks
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| I haven’t quite found the words to use
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| I’m not sure they make the cards to break this ice
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| Wait, please wait until our socks are bitterly soaked
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| Until we have to roll up our pants
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| Until the giraffes flee to row boats
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| Please don’t walk away in anger darling
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| Exit gracefully like the evening’s sunset
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| Enter the scene starting with a dial tone
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| Tightrope over these razor blade complications
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| Cutting myself, almost everyday
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| Let it feel so real, let me taste the pain
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| One day we’ll live in igloos on the Galapagos
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| 'Till then let’s remember the Atlantic air in-between our hands
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| I taught you how to hate, you taught me how to love too
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| This is how I lost my mind on you
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| I taught you how to hate, you taught me how to love too
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| This is how I lost my mind on you
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| This is our final dance
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| You taught me how to love and I taught you how to hate
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| Everything is based on you
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| Isn’t it funny how we lost control or how I lost my mind on you? |