| Why is it always, when I open my mouth
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| I clash with whatever you do
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| When we dance together your rhythm and tempo
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| Cuts through my quick step and tune
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| You cry, I, I, can’t take anymore
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| But you can’t find the bloody door
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| Oh you might think we’re free
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| 'Til we slip back into memory
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| We’re joined by a purpose that will not release us
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| 'Til we have come to some terms
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| Some love and acceptance, not hate and repentance
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| These skills are things to be learned
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| You cry, I, I, can’t take anymore
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| But you can’t find the bloody door
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| Oh you might think we’re free
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| 'Til we slip back into memory
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| I love you so
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| I’m stuck, can’t you let go
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| Let’s try again
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| This time we will be friends
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| I cannot change
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| All my tracks have been laid
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| Playin' the game
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| It’s just, it’s just a memory
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| Lost in memory
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| Here’s to memory |