| Hanging by a thread connecting me to you
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| To who I’ve always been, to all we said we’d do
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| A fine thread, not tough enough to bear
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| The weight of desire and despair
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| Untended, the fibres start to fray
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| The long years of working as one were just washed away
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| Well, maybe it was just our time
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| Forgive me, remember that I’m
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| A good man, just not good enough
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| Don’t hate me, I was just in love
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| And hanging by a thread
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| Hold me in your arms where everything made sense
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| Where I knew right from wrong, could live with restlessness
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| All my life I won’t forget the pain in your eyes
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| I’m still scrubbing at the stain of this mess
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| Wish you could understand
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| The madness that grabbed at my throat and clung to my hands
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| Well, maybe it was just our time
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| Forgive me, remember that I’m
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| A good man, just not good enough
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| Don’t hate me, I was just in love and caught in my own net
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| Hanging, left spinning in the wind
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| Sliding, you grab at anything
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| Just lost our way
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| We just lost our way
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| You try to be all things to all men
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| And wind up with a love that’s spread too thin
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| Just lost our way
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| The walls that we built were just washed away
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| Well, maybe it was just our time
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| Forgive me, remember that I’m
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| A good man, just not good enough
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| Don’t hate me, I was just in love and hanging by a thread
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| I don’t know why I said I’m not in love with you |