| This is a bad, bad movie
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| It’s gone on too long the ending’s all wrong
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| And oh, there’s no hope
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| I stir my coffee; |
| you try to smile
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| I hear the clink of glass in the sink
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| And I just look down and take a drink
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| We know we’re standing in quicksand
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| We know it’s faster if we fight it so
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| We lay down and hold hands
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| Oh, we know we’re standing in quicksand
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| We know it’s faster if we fight
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| But let go and slip away
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| The bed looks just like the moon
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| Cold and pale and just as far away
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| We let the focus drift and watched the colors fade
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| You pull the covers back and look at me
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| Just like you waiting for something, something
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| That’s never coming back
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| We know we’re standing in quicksand
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| We know it’s faster if we fight it so
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| We lay down and hold hands
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| Oh, we know we’re standing in quicksand
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| We know it’s faster if we fight
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| But let go and slip away
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| Oh we know we’re standing in quicksand
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| And it might be funny, charming, something, something
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| If it was somebody else
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| It’s a bad dream
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| It’s a bad dream
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| And one of us should scream
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| One of us should scream
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| One of us should scream
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| Baby, scream
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| Baby, scream |