| I wouldn’t be half lit drunk, digging 'round for danger
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| Or writing my number on a coaster, sliding it to a stranger
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| Walking crooked, justifying all my bad behavior
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| Tangled up in someone’s arms I know I won’t see later
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| I wouldn’t be getting good at getting good at staying gone
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| Or sitting high and mighty on my broken throne
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| I wouldn’t be cursing God for leaving me here all alone
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| I wouldn’t be stuck between a rock and being stoned
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| If love was fair, I’d be golden
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| 'Cause you’d be there
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| I know it’s patient, I know it’s kind
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| But it wouldn’t change its mind out of thin air
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| If love was fair
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| I wouldn’t be replaying what it was and what it wasn’t
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| Or thinking I could change it, if I only saw it coming
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| It wouldn’t take everything I have to rise above it
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| There’d be some kind of peace
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| Yeah, there’d be some kind of justice
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| If love was fair, I’d be golden
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| 'Cause you’d be there
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| I know it’s patient, I know it’s kind
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| But it wouldn’t change its mind out of thin air
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| If love was fair
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| Love is twisted, it has its rules
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| And I’d be over it like you
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| If love was fair, I’d be golden
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| 'Cause you’d be there
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| I know it’s patient, I know it’s kind
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| But it wouldn’t change its mind out of thin air
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| If love was fair
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| But love ain’t fair |