| We’re not going forward
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| And we’re not going back
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| The only thing before us is
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| Exactly where we’re at
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| What should be left unspoken
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| Already left our mouths
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| And hatchets never buried
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| Are just lying around
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| Like an atheist all dressed up
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| In his sunday best
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| We’re going through the motions
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| So emotionless
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| We thought that time would save us
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| But time just lead us on
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| To finally become
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| What we were all along
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| So if you want to leave you can go
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| I know I can’t stop you anymore
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| There’s too much left to say
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| So I’ll watch you walk away
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| For some it’s still a mystery
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| For some it’s just bad luck
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| But we’re not making history
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| We’re just giving up
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| And we can gather our belongings
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| And divide them all in half
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| But so much that was given
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| Cannot be taken back
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| But if you want to leave you can go
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| I know I can’t stop you anymore
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| There’s too much left to say
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| So I’ll watch you walk away
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| If you want to leave I understand
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| And I’ve run out of reasons and demands
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| There’s nothing left to say
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| As I watch you walk away |