| I hate you, I love you we got here somehow
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| I’m sorry, I don’t know where we’ll end up now
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| Ha, I used to think we were perfect
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| High hopes like I was Sinatra
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| And I was believing it’s worth it
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| Perfect like Jordan and Pippen
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| But damn it I’m trippin' it’s worse
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| It’s something right out of a movie
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| And truly it hurts, truly it hurts
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| You always feelin' the need to shoot first
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| You liked to argue, but kept it polite
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| Call that a civil war, you always right
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| Liked it at first 'cause we made up at night
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| While I’m making love, you were plotting to fight
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| I never thought I would ever use hate
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| To get what I want any cost I would pay
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| I had the money, so what can I say
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| But can we get past all the mess that we made, tell me
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| We’ve been right here before
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| Cleaning blood stains off the floor
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| Tell me what we’re fighting for
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| Can there be love after war?
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| We can’t stay stuck in hell
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| Good or bad I’ll wish you well
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| Tell me what we’re fighting for
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| Can there be love after war
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| Tell me what you want do
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| Got my white flag up
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| But keep a nine on my back in case you wanna act up
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| Listen, I don’t wanna use it
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| I don’t wanna use it
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| I don’t want our words to shoot hate then we die
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| From a lack of understanding that we never understood anyway, nah
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| Why we only happy when we mad?
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| Why we only laugh when we sad?
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| Why is a question to hide all the pain
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| Leaving us so confused thinking our opposites still attract?
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| I guess that I’m mostly at fault
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| When you told me you loved me
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| I honestly thought it was true
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| And now I’m just lying shot up in a bunker
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| The silence is deafening I cannot move, damn
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| We’ve been right here before
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| Cleaning blood stains off the floor
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| Tell me what we’re fighting for
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| Can there be love after war?
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| We can’t stay stuck in hell
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| Good or bad I’ll wish you well
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| Tell me what we’re fighting for
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| Can there be love after war
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| I hate you, I love you we got here somehow
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| I’m sorry, I don’t know where we’ll end up now |