| La-la, la-la-la-laa
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| La-laa, la-la-la
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| La-la, la-la-la-laa
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| La-laa, la-laa, la-la-la
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| And one of us gotta crawl under the bus
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| If we wanna stand a chance of standing up without a crutch
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| And I ain’t trying to sound dismissive of that target you’ve been squinting at
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| We’ve all been aiming far beyond our range of limitations
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| Even when I try to take the bullet I’m impatient
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| Looking at your face for validation
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| Fly like dishes but sleep like strangers
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| Protect my interests, what you think these fangs for?
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| This isn’t even anger
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| It’s just disappointment pointed in familiar directions
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| This is tight and stressed like a tightrope stretched
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| Across my whole chest, this is why I’m flexing
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| Please forgive my voice but I’m lost in the void
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| When I look to the future neither one of us enjoying it
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| We ought to stop and start smelling these flowers
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| Before the world reminds us that it’s not really ours
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| La-la, la-la-la-laa
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| La-laa, la-la-la
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| I wish you could hear me, my lips to your earring
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| La-la, la-la-la-laa
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| La-laa, la-laa, la-la-la
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| I wish you could hear me, my lips to your earring
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| Life is hard
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| Some stains are too deep to wipe them off
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| So we must strive for a higher cause
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| There’s something that is clearly missed
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| Both of us are running from experiences
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| Frustrated today, nitpicking tomorrow
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| Sittin' in a sorrow, sippin' from a bottle
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| Where do we go wrong, why do we prolong
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| I wanna grab my hat and throw my coat on
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| We sleep in different beds, we’re taking different meds
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| This relationship is so Night of the Living Dead
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| I know it’s morbid, but there’s the mortgage, there’s the storage
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| There’s the four kids, I will not forfeit
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| Whatever, we can make it under pressure
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| We’re both bad with money, we spent the college fund together
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| I ain’t got nothing else to say about it
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| Let’s just pray about it, I mean it
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| La-la, la-la-la-laa
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| La-laa, la-la-la
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| I wish you could hear me, my lips to your earring
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| La-la, la-la-la-laa
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| La-laa, la-laa, la-la-la
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| I wish you could hear me, my lips to your earring |