| Absolute «Now what?» |
| interrupting
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| Absolutely nothing
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| You’ve got a tendency to believe in me
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| After everybody else gives up
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| I’ve seen you animate dead-ends
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| Well, you got me to lend my voice by telling me, «It's only acting»
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| Locked eyes between deep breaths
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| And it’s tense times
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| And power corrupted nothing that we held
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| Oh, besides ourselves
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| Got hard to tell the difference
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| I always wondered how the hell anyone noticed we were missing
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| Cold nights, slow times, skin crawls, guilt trips
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| Cold men burn bridges over friendships
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| Cold nights, slow times, skin crawls, guilt trips
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| Cold men burn bridges over friendships
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| And there’s nothing soft left in the apartment
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| But we still got that hardwood
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| And that’s more comfort
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| Than a person deserves
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| I’ll measure the distance
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| Of our relationship’s width
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| Including the ripples, wherever they go
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| I always wondered how the hell everything used to be so simple
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| Cold nights, slow times, skin crawls, guilt trips
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| Cold men burn bridges over friendships
|
| Cold nights, slow times, skin crawls, guilt trips
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| Cold men burn bridges over friendships
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| Cold nights, slow times, skin crawls, guilt trips
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| Cold men burn bridges over friendships
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| Cold nights, slow times, skin crawls, guilt trips
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| Cold men burn bridges over friendships |