| You talk about life, you talk about death
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| And everything in between
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| Like it’s nothing
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| And the words are easy
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| You talk about me and talk about you
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| And everything I do
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| Like it’s something
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| That needs repeating
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| I don’t need an alibi
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| Or for you to realize
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| The things we left unsaid
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| Are only taking space up in our heads
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| Make it my fault, win the game
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| Point the finger, place the blame
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| It does me up and down
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| It doesn’t matter now
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| 'Cause I don’t care if I
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| Ever talk to you again
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| This is not about emotion
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| I don’t need a reason not to
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| Care what you say
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| Or what happened in the end
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| This is my interpretation
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| And it don’t, don’t make sense
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| The first two weeks turn into ten
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| I hold my breath and wonder when
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| It’ll happen
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| Does it really matter?
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| If half of what you said is true
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| And half of what I didn’t do
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| Could be different
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| Would it make it better?
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| If we forget the things we know
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| Would we have somewhere to go?
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| The only way is down
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| I can see that now
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| 'Cause I don’t care if I
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| Ever talk to you again
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| This is not about emotion
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| I don’t need a reason not to
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| Care what you say
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| Or what happened in the end
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| This is my interpretation
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| And it don’t, don’t make sense
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| It’s really not
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| Such a sacrifice…
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| If I
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| Ever talk to you again
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| This is not about emotion
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| I don’t need a reason not to
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| Care what you say
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| Or what happened in the end
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| This is my interpretation
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| And it don’t, don’t make sense
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| And it don’t have to make no
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| Sense to you at all
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| 'Cause this is my interpretation
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah |