| I wanted us to be model citizens
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| So no one would ask us about our sins
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| But there’s an intoxicating thrill
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| That comes with entering a home of love
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| And finding skeletons in the closet
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| And there’s something about community that creates competition
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| And something about competition that leaves me feeling uninvited
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| And the ones that stain the healthy way and inspire my faith
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| Are the same ones who are ready to jump ship
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| The second thing turns to fifth and the path I’m on diminishes
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| Or the lights on the sides of the road that I walk down fall dim
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| And I’m sorry, darling, but you were the worst of them
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| I used to feel alone when I thought that nobody loved me in truth But now I
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| feel alone when I think about the way that you do
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| You told me you didn’t want me to fall asleep with bitterness in my heart
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| So I guess I’ll just stay awake
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| You said you could tell me and only me, and I wouldn’t fall apart
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| But you couldn’t see me stand when I began to break
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| And I was told that true character shows when no one’s around
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| But I felt like no one wanted me around
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| And the sound of the ground being punished by my feet
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| And the solitude I find when I put ice on my shaking knees
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| Resound in a profound runaround of emotionally-bound conclusions
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| I came to I felt like I was going to drown
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| And the bitterness you thought I felt
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| Was just your own mind confusing bitterness with acceptance
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| And fixing our broken home with wasting time
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| Because you thought it would begin
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| And sometimes I hear the crack on the windowsill
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| And I miss the days when it had a picture of you and I
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| And I miss the emotions that came with chasing after this thrill
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| But mostly I just miss being a part of your life
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| And I remember when you stopped saying I love you
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| Unless you were just saying I love you too
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| And then I remember when even that was too hard for you
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| And I remember the day that the blue suitcase on the top shelf of my closet
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| disappeared
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| And so did the passion you had for me here
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| And the fear of knowing you could leave me had vanished
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| But so did the reason I ever felt purpose
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| And it hurts to know that you said goodbye
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| But I just thank God that you’re alive
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| And I’m happy that you’re happy
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| And my joy comes from knowing you were once mine
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| And I’m grateful for that
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| And even though there’s so many words I wish I could take back
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| I still thank my God every time I remember you
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| I still thank my God every time I remember you |