| I don’t know you anymore, we’re so different
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| Things that used to bring us close make us distant
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| When we’re lying in the bed, we’re like strangers
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| Holding in, but we should breathe
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| Now the wheels are falling off, high mileage
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| Yeah, we’re losing our way, no guidance
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| If we’re drifting off the edge, would you lean in?
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| Holding in but we should breathe
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| Maybe we’re stalling
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| Scared of letting go 'cause we too far in
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| Becoming everything we said we wouldn’t
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| Afraid to leave it all in the past
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| Have we lost the grip and fallen off the tracks? |
| The tracks
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| 'Cause baby, we’re rounding our last lap
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| Got no more fuel to make it back
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| Burning out, we’ll never make it last, it last
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| 'Cause, baby, we’re rounding our last lap
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| Got no more fuel to make it back
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| If I wanted you to stay, would you listen?
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| If I told you not to leave, could you fix it?
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| Maybe saying what we mean, would make a difference
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| Holding on, but we should let go
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| Baby, we’re stalling
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| Scared of letting go 'cause we too far in
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| Becoming everything we said we wouldn’t
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| Afraid to leave it all in the past, in the past, baby
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| Have we lost the grip and fallen off the tracks? |
| The tracks
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| 'Cause baby, we’re rounding our last lap
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| Got no more fuel to make it back
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| Burning out, we’ll never make it last, it la-last
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| 'Cause, baby, we’re rounding our last lap
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| Got no more fuel to make it back
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| Got no more fuel to make it back
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| Got no more fuel to make it back
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| Got no more fuel to make it back
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| I don’t know you anymore, we so different
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| Things that used to bring us close make us distant |