| Seems you've been changing lately
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| I can feel the distance in your touch
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| There's two people in this hallway
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| But there's only one of us
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| That's tryna keep this fire going
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| Should I just give up?
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| I sense trouble on the horizon
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| I'm afraid our time is up
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| The clouds are rolling in, I feel you drifting away
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| And though my intuition tells me that it's too late
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| That in these conditions tryna bring back the flame is like
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| Tryna light a match in the rain
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| I still want to make you love me, make you love me again
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| Even though my intuition tells me that it's the end
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| That in these conditions tryna bring back the flame is like
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| Tryna light a match in the rain
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| Yeah, I can taste it, it's the end
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| This love's impossible to save
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| Though you embrace it, I can't face it
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| So I look the other way
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| There's trouble in your eyes
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| But I pretend that we're okay
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| I wish that we could compromise
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| But there's just nothing left to say
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| The clouds are rolling in, I feel you drifting away
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| And though my intuition tells me that it's too late
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| That in these conditions tryna bring back the flame is like
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| Tryna light a match in the rain
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| I still want to make you love me, make you love me again
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| Even though my intuition tells me that it's the end
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| That in these conditions tryna bring back the flame is like
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| Tryna light a match in the rain
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| Trying to light a match in the rain
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| Like flying a kite in a hurricane
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| Like riding a bike with no air or chain
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| On a broken road, it's a losing game
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| Trying to light a match in the rain
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| Like flying a kite in a hurricane
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| Like riding a bike with no air or chain
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| On a broken road, it's a losing game
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| The clouds are rolling in, I feel you drifting away
|
| And though my intuition tells me that it's too late
|
| That in these conditions tryna bring back the flame is like
|
| Tryna light a match in the rain
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| I still want to make you love me, make you love me again
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| Even though my intuition tells me that it's the end
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| That in these conditions tryna bring back the flame is like
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| Tryna light a match in the rain |