| If I hold on much longer I might break my hands
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| I must respect the space you have but you tread in my lands
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| And all things aside I know we both know where we stand I’m stuck here
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| And you’re there and that’s it let it go
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| This quicksand it pulls me under
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| It pulls me underneath her
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| And I’m learning how to live with my unintended consequences
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| While you’re busy jumping fences
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| Afraid to stay in one spot for too long
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| Biting the bait
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| Pulling me down
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| Telling myself to rebuild and rebound
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| Yet always hoping to see you around
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| Cause that’s my idea of safe and sound
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| But I’d rather gamble lose all and face death
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| Than fucking rot here exhausted from this waste of breath
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| I always waste my breath
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| This quicksand it pulls me under
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| It pulls me underneath her
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| And I’m learning how to live with my unintended consequences
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| While you’re busy jumping fences
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| Afraid to stay in one spot for too long
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| I’m trying hard
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| Real hard
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| Everyday not to lose my temper. |