| I think we stopped
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| Somewhere along
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| Just motions memorized
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| And we’re left twisting our tongues
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| We still make love
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| But it’s tearing us apart
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| When movement stops
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| We’re strangers lying in the dark
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| And I don’t want to get by, get by, get by with you
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| I don’t to get high to paralyze my mind
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| Distract ourselves into thinking we make sense
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| Distract ourselves into thinking we make sense
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| Thinking we make sense
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| Thinking we make
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| We’re both too tired
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| Can’t break the quiet
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| Too scared to recognize
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| How estranged we’ve become
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| And I don’t want to get by, get by, get by with you
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| I don’t to get high to paralyze my mind
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| Distract ourselves into thinking we make sense
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| Distract ourselves into thinking we make sense
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| Distract ourselves into thinking we make sense
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| Distract ourselves into thinking we make sense
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| Thinking we make sense
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| Thinking we make
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| And I don’t want to get by, get by, get by with you
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| I don’t to get high to paralyze my mind
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| And I don’t want to get by, get by, get by with you
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| I don’t to get high to paralyze my mind
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| Distract ourselves into thinking we make sense
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| Distract ourselves into thinking we make sense
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| Distract ourselves into thinking we make sense
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| Distract ourselves into thinking we make sense
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| Thinking we make sense
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| Thinking we make |