| I don’t make the rules around here
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| A tear starts at the edge
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| It takes two hands to rip it It takes a lot more than either one of us has said
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| But I come from indecision
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| A place you ain’t never been
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| Living in the state of confusion
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| On a map that runs like the veins under your skin
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| We got miscommunication kicking out the stool
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| We got mass determination making up the rules
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| But saving us is something that we can’t do And it’s easier sometimes to throw a rope around a fool
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| Rope around a fool
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| And love is just another means
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| By which we hang ourselves
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| It takes two to execute
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| One to leave with innocence and one to leave with guilt
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| But I just see no reality
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| Just shades drawn on remorse
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| We’ve whipped this beast beyond the limit
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| Staggered out of breath along this course
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| We got miscommunication kicking out the stool
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| We got mass determination making up the rules
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| But saving us is something that we can’t do And it’s easier sometimes to throw a rope around a fool
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| Rope around a fool
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| It’s easier to lose a rope around a fool
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| Easier sometimes to throw a rope around a fool
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| A ring of your indifference thrown anywhere you choose
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| Easier sometimes to throw a rope around a fool
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| Rope around a fool, hit it now
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| We got miscommunication kicking out the stool
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| We got mass determination making up the rules
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| But saving us is something that we can’t do And it’s easier sometimes to throw a rope around a fool
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| We got miscommunication kicking out the stool
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| We got mass determination making up the rules
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| But saving us is something that we can’t do And it’s easier sometimes to throw a rope around a fool
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| Rope around a fool, rope around a fool
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| Rope around a fool |