| Sitting on the edge of what
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| I don’t know
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| There’s a line in the sand
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| Do I stay?
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| Do I go?
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| Nobody here to clean up our mess
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| Where we end up is anybody’s guess
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| Too much to lose
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| This is not who we are, baby
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| I miss us
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| Can we call a truce?
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| If I let go of being right
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| Can you let go of trying to win?
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| 'Cuz we got better things to prove
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| Like you forgiving me
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| And me forgiving you
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| We can keep dragging our hearts
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| Till the hurt makes no sense
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| Or we can raise a white flag
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| And go the distance
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| Oh, give and take isn’t something we’ve learned
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| I used to think we were strong
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| Now I think we’re stubborn
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| Who’s gonna make a move
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| It doesn’t matter any more baby
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| What we did
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| It’s what we do
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| If I let go of being right
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| Can you let go of trying to win?
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| 'Cuz we got better things to prove
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| Like you forgiving me, baby
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| And me forgiving you
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| Oh
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| Taking all the girls
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| Laying down the pain
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| Leaving all our pride
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| Losing all our shame
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| Getting back to believing
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| Back to us
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| And laying down to love
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| If I let go of being right
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| Can you let go of trying to win?
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| With you forgiving me
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| And me forgiving you
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| Oh |