| Our missing pieces walk between us
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| When we were moving through the door
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| You called 'em mine, I called 'em yours
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| You make me get so angry
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| And I’d stay there on my own
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| We both make peace but all alone
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| Some call it talking blues (talking blues)
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| Some call it bitter truth
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| Some call it getting even in a song
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| I can’t read it, didn’t mean it
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| As you would rage how I was wrong
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| Life is too short, and you’d stay too long
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| Let’s be honest, we were strongest till I let you drag me down
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| I was sorry then, I’m not now
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| Some get a golden heart
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| Some get a riverside
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| Some get a house that lets the years go by
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| That life is ending, you seem contented
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| While the graveside flowers die
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| I call 'em yours, you call 'em mine
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| Nothing makes silence like experience
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| There’s a message in my eyes
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| You’d better love yourself, 'cause I tried
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| Some call it talking blues (talking blues)
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| Some call it bitter truth
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| Some call it getting even in a song |