| Even if we say we do, it don’t mean that we will
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| It don’t mean that we’re going to
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| Even if we say we’ll try it don’t mean
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| That we’ll have the opportunity
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| All this time weighed out unrefined
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| Twisted and unkind. |
| all mine
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| All this pain suddenly arranged
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| A relationship that i’ve denied
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| My backs against the wall
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| I stumble and fall down
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| Sometimes i scream
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| I’m scratchin' at my head
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| I’d rather be dead than not in your arms
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| In your arms, in your arms
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| Even if we say we do it don’t mean that we will
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| It don’t mean that we’re going to
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| Even if we say i’ll try it don’t mean
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| That we’ll have the opportunity
|
| My backs against the wall
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| I stumble and fall down
|
| Sometimes i scream
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| I’m scratchin' at my head
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| I’d rather be dead than not
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| In your arms, in your arms, in your arms
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| My backs against the wall
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| I stumble and fall down
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| And sometimes i scream
|
| My backs against the wall
|
| I stumble and fall down
|
| Sometimes i scream
|
| I’m scratchin' at my head
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| I’d rather be dead than not
|
| In your arms, in your arms, in your arms
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| My backs against the wall
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| I stumble and fall down
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| And sometimes i scream |