| The future could be ours or it could just be yours
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| We could just be walking closer to closed doors
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| It was spoken then broken, we’re hoping arms are open
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| A wedding ring’s surrendering and dying pretty is living well
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| Just press stop, take it out, turn it off, return it
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| I’ve got reasons for everything, everything except this
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| We could be the b-side to the hit song without no soul
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| We could sound like things were fine and find out they weren’t at all
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| We could go back to where we was, live life and feel so small
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| Back where we started which was nowhere at all
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| This is a remix of the same tears you shed before
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| This is a remix of the same fears you shared before
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| I thought that they made it clear (and they did)
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| Our sound is not welcome here (you should know)
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| This is the crush of the year in our night-vision dreams
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| Know what I mean?
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| You see yourself where you should be |