| It seems this seasons fashion is to wrap our hearts in plastic,
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| so when they break from words we say,
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| we’ll place them in a casket,
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| and what kind of relationship is this if we’re both hating it,
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| what happened to the times when you and I connected at the lips.
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| And if you see me on my knees again,
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| can you please repeat the part about us being friends.
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| You were the best part of my day,
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| I cant place my finger on what went wrong what changed,
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| and now at best I spend my days trying to find ways,
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| to come home late.
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| We’re like a car crash with the radio still playing,
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| your signals mixed but I can still hear what you’re saying,
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| We look so good through broken glass,
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| reflections never seemed to last,
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| the letters that would bring me back to you,
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| this time we’re through.
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| And I’ll show society,
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| exactly what you mean to me,
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| why do I stay when all you do is leave,
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| don’t leave.
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| We’re like a car crash with the radio still playing,
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| your signals mixed but I can still hear what you’re saying,
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| We look so good through broken glass,
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| reflections never seemed to last,
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| the letters that would bring me back to you,
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| this time we’re through.
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| If walls could talk,
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| they were both at fault tonight,
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| but who is really wrong,
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| and who is really right tonight,
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| I’m not leaving,
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| please believe me.
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| We’re like a car crash with the radio still playing,
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| your signals mixed but I can still hear what you’re saying,
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| We look so good through broken glass,
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| reflections never seemed to last,
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| the letters that would bring me back to you,
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| this time we’re through.
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| This time we’re through,
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| we never…
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| We’re like a car crash with the radio still playing,
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| your signals mixed but I can still hear what you’re saying |