| Everything that was said
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| Was indefensible in my head
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| An ill-conceived attempt
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| At some dreamt self-validation
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| Not based at all on the bed that we had laid in
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| And I won’t forget your face when I said…
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| «I thought I’d need you
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| The way you said you’d always need me
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| Now I see through
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| Everything
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| Everything»
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| If opaque was the word that you would use
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| When it came to my views
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| I guess the term «best friends» wears off like a bruise
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| Is that the truth
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| Or am I just getting used to it?
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| Is that what we do
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| When the grip of love is loosening?
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| I’ve tried to make amends
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| With intentions to be friends
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| But you told me hollow compliments
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| Meant a definite end
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| I burned all of the pictures in my closet
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| If there’s a piece of mind to find in this, then I have lost it
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| It’s gone
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| It’s gone
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| It’s gone
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| It’s gone
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| Everything that had been said
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| Was indefensible in my head
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| It was an ill-conceived attempt
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| At some dreamt self-validation
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| It’s no use
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| It’s no use
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| It’s no use
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| When the grip on everything we had has loosened |