| We danced naked outside of your bathroom
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| Until our bare feet sweat tracks on the tile
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| As you came you moaned about loving them
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| Such convenience in regret after the fact
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| While our hitch breaths trip on false moves
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| We both know we’ll be right here again
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| So by now I know where the door is
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| I’ll wait outside until you call me back in
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| Future love, don’t fall apart
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| Future love, don’t fall apart
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| We purged on the milk of new treason
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| As we clung to our warp weighted loom
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| By the time we were done we were woven in
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| Such constriction from a self made trap
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| And on these antlers dry-rot cracks through
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| I left myself too open for you
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| So by now I know what decay is
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| And I’ll lay on waves until the night channels end
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| Future love, don’t fall apart
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| Future love, don’t fall apart
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| Future love, don’t fall apart
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| Future love, don’t fall apart
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| Future love, don’t fall apart
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| Future love, don’t fall apart
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| Future love, don’t fall apart
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| Future love, don’t fall apart |