| Well our love story reads like a book of lies
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| Good intentions, better alibis
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| No happy endings, no straight lines
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| No movin' on, but no goodbyes
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| This bittersweet revelry, will be the death of me
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| We go round and round, tryin' to work it out
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| And all I get is hell-bent and bound
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| Never far from right where we are
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| And you would think that we’d get enough
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| You know we’re goin' to f*ck it up
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| We’re holdin' on and sinking down
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| Here we go round and round
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| Making circles
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| Making circles
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| We both need to lead, while we dance alone
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| One more graceful spin, on who’s right or wrong
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| The same old words, the same old song
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| Maybe we’re right, where we belong
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| It can’t get much better, it sure can’t get worse
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| Well ether way you turn, it’s gonna hurt
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| You’d think that we had had enough
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| Be sick and tired of f*ckin' up
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| Holdin' on, sinkin' down
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| Here we go round and round |