| Some couples live in harmony
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| Some do not
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| Some couples yell and scream
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| Some do not
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| But what you said was something
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| That I can’t forget
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| It echoes in my head
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| Like a bullet made of lead
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| Some people yell and scream
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| And some do not
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| Some people sacrifice their lives
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| And some do not
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| Some people wait for sleep
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| To take them away
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| While others read books endlessly
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| Hoping problems will go away
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| I know you’re hoping everything
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| Works out
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| Neither one of us is
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| The type who shouts
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| You sleep in the bedroom
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| While I pace up and down the hall
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| Our baby stares at both of us
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| Wondering which one of us to call
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| I guess it’s true that not
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| Every match burns bright
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| I guess it’s true
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| Not all that I say is right
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| But what you said still bounces
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| Around in my head
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| Who thought this could happen to us
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| When we first went to bed
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| I’m told in the end
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| That none of this matters
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| All couples have troubles
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| And none of this matters
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| But what you said
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| Still echoes in my head
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| And I’m still in the hallway
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| Downstairs sleeping alone instead
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| I know you don’t care
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| But here’s my last thought
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| Not that it matters
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| But here’s the last thing I thought
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| Our little thing is lying
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| Here in tatters
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| And you my dear
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| Don’t have any manners
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| Sad to leave this way
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| To leave it all in tatters
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| Saddening to leave this way
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| To leave it all in tatters
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| I suppose that we all could say
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| That nothing of it matters
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| Still it’s sad
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| To see everything in tatters |