| There's paper peeling off the walls
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| I see the paint from yesterday
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| We try to cover up the past
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| But tiny secrets still appear
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| So please don't say it gets better
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| It gets better, it gets better on with time
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| I'm not better
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| We're not better, even after all this time
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| The kitchen floor is a checkered board
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| We've tried to end this game for years
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| The tiles are cracked, the colour's changed
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| The battleground is all but cleared
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| So please don't say it gets better
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| It gets better, it gets better on with time
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| I'm not better
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| We're not better, even after all this time
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| Caught in the cobwebs
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| Memories linger in these rooms
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| Under the floorboards
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| Sweeping the stories we outgrew
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| It's not a place to call home
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| Just a place we've been for years
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| The garden weeds have overgrown
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| We've overstayed our welcome here
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| So please don't say it gets better
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| It gets better, it gets better on with time
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| I'm not better
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| We're not better, even after all this time
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| It gets better, it gets better
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| It gets better, it gets better on with time
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| I'm not better
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| We're not better, even after all this time |