| Now, I
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| I don’t want to fight
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| I know we’re getting tired of
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| Crying every night
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| And waste, each and every day
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| Pointing out the bad things
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| We didn’t mean to say
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| Now we
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| We could never be
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| Happy in the future
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| With distance in between
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| Now, should I, let this difference, rip us apart
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| Nothing is worse than, our silence of heart
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| Yeah
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| I am torn from head to toe, and
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| Ripping out my soul, yeah
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| Serving out this sentence for no crime
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| From the chair onto the floor
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| What once was there is here no more so
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| Piece by piece I’m taking back what’s mine
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| From the floor, and into the fire
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| Another soul made into a lair
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| To find myself, what will it take
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| From mine and yours and heaven’s sake
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| Yeah
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| I am torn from head to toe, and
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| Ripping out my soul, yeah
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| Serving out this sentence for no crime
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| From the chair onto the floor
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| What once was there is here no more so
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| Piece by piece I’m taking back what’s mine
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| I said, piece by piece I’m taking back what’s mine |