| I could tell the Monday we met felt just like a weekend
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| Held me through my stupid problems
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| Didn’t know the feeling was you partly playing pretend
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| But I loved it anyway
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| A year goes by, and we’re here today
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| We’ve been moving backwards
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| Waiting through the bad hurt
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| Existin' in the upside down
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| We’re just tiny little fractures
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| Dust upon a master
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| Ain’t it time to turn around?
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| Show me you love me
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| As it all falls down
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| We can pick up the pieces
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| If I make it out
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| With you, with you
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| Show me you love me
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| Don’t just make the sounds
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| See, the words are fallin' off your lips just like the water
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| Hard to tell what’s in between
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| Are you really here with me?
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| 'Cause what this is and what this does
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| It takes me and my time
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| So if it’s fake, then take this as goodbye
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| Or show me you love me
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| As it all falls down
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| We can pick up the pieces
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| If I make it out
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| With you, with you
|
| Show me you love me
|
| Don’t just make the sounds
|
| We’ve been moving backwards
|
| Waiting through the bad hurt
|
| Existin' in the upside down
|
| We’re just tiny little fractures
|
| Dust upon a master
|
| Ain’t it time to turn around?
|
| Show me you love me
|
| As it all falls down
|
| We can pick up the pieces
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| If I make it out
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| With you, with you
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| With you, with you |