| We got acquainted on a warm summer’s night
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| Top floor of your apartment
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| Is where we started clicking for the first time
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| And our future it was so bright
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| I was there to be a melody and under the impression
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| That you would be my harmony, yeah
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| Pretty soon we were dressed up in lights
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| If you wanted centre stage I was there on your right
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| I was singing on the grandstand
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| Where I think we made our first plans
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| To be a source of friction
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| A clear contradiction
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| This is where we discovered our dissonance
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| And all these things I think about in pieces
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| All these scenes I play again in my mind
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| When were the two of us destined, oh, to come undone
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| When we had just begun
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| Well is it possible I got something wrong
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| In the middle of a moment
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| While we laboured over song
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| While we toiled over every word
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| Was it your voice you wanted heard?
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| At the time I thought I tried
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| To strip away some of my pride
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| But I couldn’t understand where you were coming from
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| All these things you could explain in pieces
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| All these things you could’ve said but never tried
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| You were always there
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| Waiting for us to come undone
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| And now all that we’ve built, yes
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| Everything we have came undone
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| We always used to fight
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| The record that we kept of wrongs and rights
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| Would lock us there inside
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| You turned and walked away
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| And left me picking pieces off the ground
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| In scattered disarray, yeah
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| All these things I could explain in pieces
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| All these things I’d want to say
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| But how could I?
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| I was always there
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| Waiting for you to come undone
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| And I knew you would
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| I knew you would break some day
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| And come unglued
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| I knew you were waiting
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| For the day that you’d leave us
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| And be gone for good
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| We always used to fight
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| The record that we kept of wrongs and rights
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| Would lock us there inside
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| You turned and walked away
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| And left me picking pieces off the ground
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| And I am here to stay
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| (Although in pieces yeah)
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| I’ll go pick up the pieces
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| I’m waiting out the night
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| For when we see the sun
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| The work we’ve done will finally come to light
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| And with the break of day
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| We’ll put the pieces back in place somehow
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| Until we find out way
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| (Although in pieces)
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| I’ll go pick up the pieces every time |