| I’ve been trying for days and for weeks
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| Trying my hard to make us mean
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| But I’m confused by the words that you speak
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| Whispering promises underneath
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| When it’s supposed to facing your fear
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| Seeing the heck life and nowhere to steal
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| Convince me that your love is not a trick
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| Trading false hope for anything
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| Silver lining, painted it black
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| Giving it all, and taking it back
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| Then feeling blue, and under attack
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| Compromise is something you say
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| Where there’s a will, I’m sure there’s a way
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| What do you want? |
| Do you want me to stay?
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| I want a beautiful mess, but you
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| I want a beautiful mess, but you
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| Trying my very best, but then
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| But I want that beautiful mess, but you
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| I want a beautiful mess
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| Burying spiders underground
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| Something’s been pulling me down down down down
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| It’s the air that I breathe
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| Accusations utterly
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| You’ve been trying for days and for weeks
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| Trying your hard to make this mean
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| You’re confused by the words that I speak
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| I want a beautiful mess, but you
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| I want a beautiful mess, but you
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| Trying my very best, but then
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| But I want that beautiful mess, but you
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| I want a beautiful mess |