| Frayed, now these edges have been burned
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| It’s the same, and it would happen to us in turn
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| These games we play are my main concern
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| Cause these edges are worn right to the bone
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| You always said you just be who you wanna be
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| Now, you see we’re splitting at the seams
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| You always said you just be who you wanna be
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| You can dream and live your wildest dreams
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| Said we’re splitting at the seams
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| Said we’re splitting at the seams
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| You can call me up when you feel like hurting
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| You can see this anger through
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| You just call me up when you feel us breaking
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| I can bring that silence too
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| You can call me up when you feel like tamping
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| Ain’t you just a perfect dream?
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| You can call me up when you feel like hating
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| But you see we’re splitting at the seams
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| You know what I mean?
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| We’re splitting at the seams
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| Waking up for this dream
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| We’re splitting at the seams
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| We’re splitting at the seams
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| You can call me up when you feel like tamping
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| Ain’t you just a perfect dream?
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| You can call me up when you feel like hating
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| But you see we’re splitting at the seams
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| We’re splitting at the seams
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| You always said you just be who you wanna be
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| Now, you see we’re splitting at the seams
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| You always said you just be who you wanna be
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| You can dream and live your wildest dreams |