| This is the night where our ending starts.
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| This is the evening where I break your heart.
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| This is the lie that pulled us apart
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| And now our year to recover.
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| We finally speak to off-set the sound
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| Of blaring silence as we’re counting down
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| The smoldering ash scattered on the ground
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| Mixed with desires for each other.
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| Your best decision to close the door:
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| You have your parents and I have the tour.
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| Twenty Twenty-One has run its course
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| Forfeiting squares for the village.
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| Take some cover and close the blinds.
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| Can we admit this was no surprise?
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| A quiet couple tells a couple lines
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| And then it’s time for them to sever.
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| Carry on.
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| I asked for you to stay but I knew you had to go.
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| I pushed for racing speeds around the bends but lost control.
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| Now walking aimlessly on London Streets.
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| An anxious sleep sweat through the sheets
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| Dreaming of all the things you thought of me
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| While packing years into boxes.
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| And came home to an empty shell.
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| Our pictures, missing from the barren shelves.
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| What doesn’t kill us we could probably sell
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| While dropping weight and picking poison.
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| All dressed up, but never leave the house.
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| Made the bed, but now prefer the couch.
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| Trimmed the fat, but let my hair grow out.
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| Began repainting the apartment as they built
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| Our bench again in Palmer Square.
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| It’s as if our past lives in the air.
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| Could what’s so damaged ever be repaired?
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| Could what’s so lost be discovered?
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| Carry on.
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| I wanted you to stay but I knew you had to go.
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| I pushed for racing speeds around the bends but lost control. |