| You’ve grown so far away
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| That nothing’s going to change
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| Pass hopeless silence
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| And exploited rage
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| Another toxic cycle
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| Another sleepless night
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| Another twisted alibi
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| To drive
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| And I’ve been standing by
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| Reminding myself of every lie
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| There’s nothing left, no remorse
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| This isn’t love this is a war
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| The fight was fixed at the front door
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| Of your cutting room floor
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| Nothing left, no remorse
|
| This isn’t love this is a war
|
| The fight was fixed at the front door
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| Of your cutting room floor
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| And I know I’m right
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| But I’m sick of screaming
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| At a wall of silence
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| While you wash your hands clean
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| Another toxic cycle
|
| Another sleepless night
|
| Another twisted alibi
|
| To drive
|
| And I’ve been standing by
|
| Reminding myself of every lie
|
| There’s nothing left, no remorse
|
| This isn’t love this is a war
|
| The fight was fixed at the front door
|
| Of your cutting room floor
|
| Nothing left, no remorse
|
| This isn’t love this is a war
|
| The fight was fixed at the front door
|
| Of your cutting room floor
|
| There’s nothing left
|
| Another toxic cycle
|
| Another sleepless night
|
| Another twisted alibi
|
| Another toxic cycle
|
| Another sleepless night
|
| Reminding myself of every lie
|
| (This is a war!)
|
| There’s nothing left, no remorse
|
| This isn’t love this is a war
|
| The fight was fixed at the front door
|
| Of your cutting room floor
|
| There’s nothing left, no remorse
|
| This isn’t love this is a war
|
| The fight was fixed at the front door
|
| Of your cutting room floor |