| We used to sing, 'We had it all'
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| And record it on our phones,
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| But when I listen back now, it’s just out of tune
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| And it’s hard to believe because we hardly touch our skin
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| How did we end up here?
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| So out of sync
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| And maybe all the lies were truer than we know
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| And maybe anti clockwise is the only antidote
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| And I can’t stop dreaming of the night when we begun
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| And the songs that we wrote when we were drunk
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| All of the letters that you sent to me
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| Said that we’d stay the same for as long as we breathe
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| And we’d shrug off two weeks of rain on our honeymoon
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| But now you fall asleep in the other room
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| And maybe all the lies were truer than we know
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| And maybe anti clockwise is the only antidote
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| And I can’t stop dreaming of the night when we begun
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| And the songs that we wrote when we were drunk
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| And the songs that we wrote when we were drunk
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| We had it all
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| And maybe all the lies were truer than we know
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| And maybe anti clockwise is the only antidote
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| And I can’t stop dreaming of the night when we begun
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| And the songs that we wrote when we were drunk
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| And the songs that we wrote when we were drunk |