| I start to dial your number
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| And I can’t help but wonder
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| Which side of you I’ll get tonight
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| The one that’s so unsettled
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| And hates me just a little
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| Or the one that isn’t in denial
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| I’ve run out of things to say
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| I can’t make you change
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| If you don’t really want to
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| Why would you rather lay
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| In the lonely bed you made
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| When I’m out in the trenches
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| And I’m still fighting for you
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| It’s been an endless cycle
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| Of memories you don’t remember
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| But they all mean something to me
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| Each time you drown your sorrow
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| Hit the bottom of the bottle
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| It never fixes anything
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| You must think I’m pretty sad
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| Trying to bring some life back
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| In what’s already half dead
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| I’m so angry I could snap
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| You should be just as mad
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| You tell me I don’t know
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| What it’s been like inside your head
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| But I never claimed I did, no
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| Help me understand
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| How did it get this bad
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| 'Cause I’ve run out of things to say
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| I can’t make you change
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| If you don’t really want to
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| (If you don’t really want to)
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| Why would you rather lay
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| In the lonely bed you made
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| When I’m out in the trenches
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| (When I’m out in the trenches)
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| You must think I’m pretty sad
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| Trying to bring some life back
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| In what’s already half dead
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| (In what’s already half dead)
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| I’m so angry I could snap
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| You should be just as mad
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| It’s time that you decide
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| What kind of life you wanna live
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| (What kind of life you wanna live) |