| Who said this won’t be perfect?
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| After all we know what’s right
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| And the sounds of bodies clashing
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| Enough to make them cry
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| You know this can’t be perfect
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| Even when it’s feeling right
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| And the sounds of bodies crashing
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| Echo through the night
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| Dreams are gone
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| Nightmares are here to stay
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| Not doing when you know
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| Is the greatest crime
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| Wake up spilling hatred
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| For each other everywhere
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| How cheap is your love?
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| Lying to keep a peace
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| And oh, how we’ve ended up in this place
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| This place we’re trapped by greed
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| Who said this won’t be perfect?
|
| After all we know what’s right
|
| And the sounds of bodies clashing
|
| Enough to make them cry
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| You know this won’t be perfect
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| Even when it’s feeling right
|
| And the sounds of bodies crashing
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| Echo through the night
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| Silence, something’s not right in this house
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| This room, I lay my head is haunted by mistakes
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| Crimes of passion?
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| Or was it the way they were raised?
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| And oh how we’ve ended up in this place
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| This place we’re trapped by greed
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| Who said this won’t be perfect?
|
| After all we know what’s right
|
| And the sounds of bodies clashing
|
| Enough to make them cry
|
| You know this won’t be perfect
|
| Even when it’s feeling right
|
| And the sounds of bodies crashing
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| Echo through the night
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| Darkness fills this as does the empty bottles
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| I wait for the day you come home
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| When this house is no longer standing
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| And oh, how we’ve ended up in this place
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| This place we’re trapped by greed
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| Who said this won’t be perfect?
|
| After all we know what’s right
|
| And the sounds of bodies clashing
|
| Enough to make them cry
|
| You know this won’t be perfect
|
| Even when it’s feeling right
|
| And the sounds of bodies crashing
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| Echo through the night |