| I’ve scribbled out my view on faith
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| On waiting until timing’s right
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| I’ve sat and pondered on this for days
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| And days and night and nights and nights
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| I’ve never been the best with lines
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| I’ve got seventeen pantomimes
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| That give away the words I say
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| Are nothing that you should believe
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| All we are is a bittersweet sundown
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| Little bit love and a little bit letdown
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| I can’t keep you around
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| I can’t keep you around
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| In this bittersweet sundown
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| I’ve had a lot of time to think
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| About where this all went south
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| I wanted you less and less until none and done
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| And now we’re all sold out
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| You can tell me we’ll be just fine
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| Quentin says you’ve got twenty pantomimes
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| That give away my first mistake
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| Was not convincing you to believe
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| That all we are is a bittersweet sundown
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| Little bit love and a little bit letdown
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| I can’t keep you around
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| I can’t keep you around
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| In this bittersweet sundown
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| Trust me when I say
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| You’d make all the same mistakes
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| And every promise would be made to break
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| You’d make all the same mistakes
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| If you knew that you could get away
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| I’d let you get away
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| I’d let you get away
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| All we are is a bittersweet sundown
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| You gave me every bit of your heart
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| And I’m the one that let you down
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| I can’t keep you around
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| I can’t keep you around
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| In this bittersweet sundown
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| We’re a bittersweet sundown
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| We’re a bittersweet memory now |