| So we’re back here again
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| Tiptoeing round the edge of the end
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| Wondering who will be last to admit
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| That we’re finally over
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| Turned twenty one on a day that we met
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| Terrible shoes, implausible dress
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| It’s funny how sad the funny things
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| Get as you grow older
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| Better or worse, but what else can we do?
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| For better or worse, I am tethered to you
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| If it’s not either of us, tell me who
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| Are we fooling?
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| I learnt the art of biting my tongue
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| I tired of trying to guess what was wrong
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| Both agreed on where we should go
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| But not how to get there
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| We tried and tried to loosen the knots
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| Thinking once we’re untangled we’ll be better off
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| But it’s these failures and faults
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| That hold us together
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| Better or worse, but what else can we do?
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| And better or worse, I am tethered to you
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| If it’s not either of us, tell me
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| Who are we fooling?
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| This beautiful tangle that’s bruising us blue
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| It’s a beautiful knot that we just can’t undo
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| Together we’re one but apart tell me
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| Who are we fooling?
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| Cause real love is hard love
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| It’s all we have
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| It’s a break-neck, train wreck
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| It’s all we have
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| So we’re back here again
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| Turning away from the edge of the end
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| Arm in arm
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| Better or worse, but what else can we do?
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| And better or worse, I am tethered to you
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| If it’s not either of us, tell me who
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| Are we fooling?
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| This beautiful tangle that’s bruising us blue
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| It’s a beautiful knot we just can’t undo
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| If it’s not either of us, tell me who
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| Are we fooling?
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| Together we’re one, but apart tell me
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| Who are we fooling? |