| We’ve been crippled in love, short changed, hung out to dry
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| We’ve chalked on the walls a slogan or two about life
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| Stood dazed in the doorway, the king and queen of clowns
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| We’ve been flipped like a coin, both of us landing face-down
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| So please, please, let me grow old with you
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| After everything we’ve been through, what’s left to prove
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| So please, please, please, oh please let me grow old with you
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| We’ve been living with sorrow, been up, down and all around
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| We’ve buried our feelings a little too deep in the ground
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| Stood dazed in the doorway, the king and queen of clowns
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| We’ve been flipped like a coin, both of us landing face-down
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| But tied to the same track, the two of us look back
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| At oncoming trains ahead
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| How many more times can we lay on the line
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| Watching our love hang by a thread |