| We’ve been spending far too much time
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| For what school drilled in me
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| Was fine for just good friends of mine
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| Well the weekend got off to a shit start
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| But we pulled it back
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| And for the next few days we barely parted
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| Though we got on so great
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| I won’t think of you that way
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| Why throw out what we’ve got?
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| «I'm contented, are you not?»
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| Is what I guess we thought
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| And I was driving
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| We lost control
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| I realized before her the car was moving on it’s own and well
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| I started screaming
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| While she kept calm
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| And when the spinning stopped
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| We realized we were free from harm
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| And though we got home so safe
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| It could have gone both ways
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| Though we could have died
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| Hazard lights on the roadside
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| Pretending all was fine
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| Feeling I can’t provide
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| Stuck within platonic binds
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| Fear held firm inside
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| Inside, inside, inside, inside
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| Why throw out what we’ve got?
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| «I'm contented, are you not?»
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| Is what I guess we thought
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| Then again questioning
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| If there’s something we’re missing
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| Has got me wondering
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| «What if?»
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| «What if?»
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| «What if?» |