| There’s lots of stories in the big city
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| And two sides to every one
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| If you’ve ever been inside a triangle
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| There’s only so far you can run
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| Alone in the darkness
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| This tangle of emotions once was home
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| Love doesn’t live here anymore
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| When did she slip away?
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| When did trouble walk through the door and stay?
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| Love doesn’t live here anymore
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| Honey, we both walked in with baggage
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| Equal parts of hope and fear
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| We’d help each other break the cycle
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| And the pain would disappear
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| Ah, the cost of good intentions
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| The bags are by the door and fear has conquered all |