| In the morning when the smoke is cleared…
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| Will be waking up alone
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| And the story of how we ended here
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| Is the same old one we know
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| When everything is not enough
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| And all you know is playing rough
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| And we get going when it’s too tough
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| This study of falling
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| But still I’m holding you
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| But still I’m holding you
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| But still I’m holding you
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| You let go, and I’ll let go too
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| And we’re rolling through the aftermath
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| Of all the words that slid beneath the door
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| Yeah we’re falling to our usual path
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| Of all mistakes that we have lived before
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| When everything is not enough
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| And all you know is playing rough
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| And we get going when it’s too tough
|
| This study of falling
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| But still I’m holding you
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| But still I’m holding you
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| But still I’m holding you
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| You let go, and I’ll let go too
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| And I’ll let go too
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| And we’re rolling through the afterglow
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| Of an implosion that had made no sound
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| And we’re falling back to what we know
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| To land with both our knees upon the ground
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| When everything is not enough
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| And all you know is playing rough
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| And we get going when it’s too tough
|
| This study of falling
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| But still I’m holding you
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| But still I’m holding you
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| But still I’m holding you
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| You let go
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| You let go
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| And I’ll let go too |