| I can see your breath in the window
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| Written I'm sorry
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| You're fogging up friendship
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| I don't want to say it back
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| Do I need this stress or a symbol?
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| I don't know probably
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| The fate of my conscience
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| Never thought much of that
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| Could be easier to drive you mad
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| Like I'm Jason Statham
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| Do I know how to keep it all intact?
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| No
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| I think I'm dying in the subtlety
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| Lying 'bout the worst of me
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| I just wanna stay on track
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| Crying like it hurts to be
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| What we wanted initially
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| Why don't you just cut some slack?
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| Like peaches, apple pie, or strawberry cream
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| It's like you haven't tasted pain and suffering
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| To drive it home in words easily explained
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| Love is just a passion with a four-letter name
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| It could be easier to make you mad
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| Just need a little more pressure
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| The indecision couldn't make you crack
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| Like it was now or never
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| Would you pretend to see the pain I lack?
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| Just for the simple pleasure
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| Could make a movie out of the laughs we had
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| I think I'm dying in the subtlety
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| Lying 'bout the worst of me
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| I just wanna stay on track (I just wanna stay on track)
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| Crying like it hurts to be what we wanted initially
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| Why don't you just cut some slack? |