| Friday night, bottle of wine, all to myself yeah
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| You could tell, I am not myself, yeah
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| We could talk, I’d rather not, cause I’m sick of arguing
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| Cause you and I are night and day, we’ve got nothing in common
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| It get’s worse the harder that we try
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| We try to make it better
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| How many times can you do this?
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| I can take one step more, but then just step back two
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| Don’t you realize that we’re not going anywhere fast?
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| No we’re just barely walking in place
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| Barely walking in place
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| People change, remember when, you knew all about me?
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| It’s safe to say, that you don’t, fucking understand me
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| You told me so, if that’s the case, then I should’ve listened
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| But why complain? |
| No one to blame for what feels like quicksand
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| It get’s worse the harder that we try
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| We try to make it better
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| How many times can you do this?
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| I can take one step more, but then just step back two
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| Don’t you realize that we’re not going anywhere fast?
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| No we’re just barely walking in place
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| Barely walking in place
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| Well I walked into a glass sliding door
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| Because it all seemed way to clear
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| But I guess you somehow opened up
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| There’s nowhere to go from here
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| How many times can you do this?
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| I can take one step more, but then just step back two, no
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| Don’t you realize that we’re not going anywhere fast?
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| No we’re just barely walking in place
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| Barely walking in place |