| I took your favourite shade of red and drew a line
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| Jumped across and hurt us both to see the view
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| Broken into two, so something new could
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| Take a look at what’s inside
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| There were other people there
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| And we didn’t seem to care
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| While you lay awake in someone else’s bed
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| I can’t help but overhear all of the things you said
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| How you were growing up too fast
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| And I was staying young too late
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| Intentional mistakes
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| Seven years to gather all of what we made
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| Where happiness becomes the mess that we let grow
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| Whoa-oh, whoa-oh
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| What we are I can’t explain to anyone
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| Infected with lust, infatuated with our love
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| Silver lining in all our faults
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| Rolling through my head like somersaults
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| There were other people, never seemed to care
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| Say nothing if you can’t say something to save us
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| Those three words have only built a wall from where we fall
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| So save all your breath, say nothing at all
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| No, you’re not someone I hate, but damaged loves all we create
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| So if you’re sleepless wondering «Why» or asking «How?»
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| We’re just other people now |