| With chemistry and cigarettes
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| I sought to see the dusty regrets
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| With protocols from old schoolyards
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| And wonder why is it always this hard
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| We’re supposed to be in love
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| We’re supposed to be in love
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| So how come we’re on so many different ways and means of breaking a heart
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| A heart
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| I lay my head beneath the soil
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| To sabotage to wreck and to folly
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| Even resist under duress
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| Any shard and our happiness
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| We’re supposed to be in love
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| We’re supposed to be in love
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| We’re supposed to be in love
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| We’re supposed to be in love
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| So how come we’ve found so many different ways and means of breaking a heart
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| A heart
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| The body bruise and body bends
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| How victories are solely expect
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| I’ve fumbled quite a lazy sentiment
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| We’re supposed to be in love
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| We’re supposed to be in love
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| We’re supposed to be in love
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| But in the very same breath we’re finding different ways of breaking a heart
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| A heart
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| We’re supposed to be in love
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| We’re supposed to be in love |