| From the hot strobe lights and the spiked punch bliss
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| And the long walks home in the dark we’ll miss
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| Nobody teaches you how to reminisce
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| Nobody teaches you to hurt like this
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| Then we slide into the arms of someone else
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| Yeah, we slide into the arms of someone else
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| No more coked up, broke, nocturnal kids
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| Was that ever even us? |
| Do we know what we missed?
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| Nobody teaches you how to win big
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| Nobody said there’s no reverse on this
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| Then we slide into the arms of someone else
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| Yeah, we slide into the arms of someone else
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| In disguise, we get a little better at controlling ourselves around midnight
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| Then we slide into the arms of someone else
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| Nobody wants to, nobody wants to
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| Nobody wants to, nobody wants to
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| Nobody wants to wake up alone
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| Then we slide into the arms of someone else
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| Then we slide into the arms of someone else
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| In disguise, we get a little better at controlling ourselves around midnight
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| But then we slide into the arms of some, someone else
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| The weight of the world is love
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| Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight,
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| the weight we carry is love
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| And so must rest in the arms of love at last, must rest in the arms of love |