| We tried for something better, now we just get by
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| Knowing we may never get it right
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| If we don’t spend our days
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| Steppin' round each other
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| Then we find new ways to fight
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| About the weather
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| Every night I lay in bed
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| Thinking â??bout someone else instead
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| Â??Cause who you are isn’t who you said
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| Now we’re stuck here
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| Standin' in the middle of a mess we’ve made
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| It’s all to little too late
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| You call your mother, I write a song
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| We’ve come to agree that we can’t get along
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| Why can’t I say goodbye
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| Why can’t I say goodbye
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| You changed and all you wanted was for me to change
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| Well, why couldn’t you just stay the same
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| Now all I see are piles of dirty dishes
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| And a laundry list of all our wasted wishes
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| Every morning when I wake
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| I see your angel face
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| And I know you’re dreaming of a better place
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| I guess I’m waiting on you
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| To come and tell me we’re through
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| But as time goes by, it gets a little easier
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| To hide from the truth
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| Now you wrote a poem, I called your mother
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| We still disagree but you know we’ll stay together
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| Now we’re stuck here
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| Standin' in the middle of a mess we’ve made
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| It’s all to little too late
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| It’s the end of the call
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| The end of the song
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| We still disagree and we can’t get along
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| Why can’t I say goodbye
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| Why can’t I say goodbye |