| The things that we think but don’t really say
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| The feelings beneath, that never escape
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| We all try so hard to be something great
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| Sometimes we just need some negative space, some negative space
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| Space, space, space, space
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| And she said:
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| «You don’t love me like you used to
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| You don’t call me like you used to
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| You should do it like you used to»
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| (Space)
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| We always knew this end in bad blood
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| Who thought the end would be so close?
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| We always know this never add up
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| The watered gardens that don’t grow
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| And I can feel your lust
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| I can feel your loneliness within your touch
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| I just wanna know how do we say trust
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| To make these empty promises that don’t mean much
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| The things that we think but don’t really say
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| The feelings beneath, that never escape
|
| We all try so hard to be something great
|
| Sometimes we just need some negative space, some negative space
|
| Space, space, space, space
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| I can feel your lust
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| And I can feel your loneliness within your touch
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| I just wanna know how do we say trust
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| To make these empty promises that don’t mean much
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |