| Walking on the other side,
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| It’s my mother’s side of me,
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| Passing all the photographs
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| Of my lifeless past you’ll see
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| I’m troubled by double meanings,
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| But do they mean much to you?
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| Now I’m done with these half-cut dealings,
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| Like with everything else you never see it through…
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| Was it wrong? |
| Was it right? |
| Does it matter?
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| Does it count if we found waht none of us was after?
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| Now I’m with the lonely people
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| The hard lessons of love are learnt
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| Oh I got burnt, I betrayed all the games that we played
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| I’m not surprised our love got lost
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| I’m troubled by double meanings,
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| But do they mean much to you?
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| Now I’m done with these half-cut dealings,
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| Like with everything else you never see it through…
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| Was it wrong? |
| Was it right? |
| Does it matter?
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| Raindrops they’re dropping on me
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| Like your heart in the clouds above
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| But one day, they’ll drift right away
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| I never wanted the rain to stop the sun you love
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| I always knew it was the sun you love
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| Was it wrong? |
| Was it right? |
| Does it matter?
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| Does it count if we found waht none of us was after? |
| It’s not the same, I feel the shame
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| It’s not the same, I feel the shame
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| It’s not the same!
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| It’s not the same, I feel the shame
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| It’s not the same, I feel the shame
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| It’s not the same! |