| Why do we do these terrible things we do?
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| Pretending there’s a cloud of fog we can’t see through
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| And I know I’ve said some things I’ll always regret
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| But you’re the only one I know who sees through all that
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| Someday, someway
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| If we could find the words to say
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| There’d be no more fighting, no taking sides
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| And up on the shelf above us, our ideas turn to rust
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| And the things we love they lose their shine
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| It’s a flawed design
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| I will never say I’ll do something I won’t do
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| 'Cause I can’t live with myself if I don’t pull through
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| Right here’s the only place that I wanna be with you
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| Someday, someway
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| If we could find the words to say
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| There’d be no more fighting, no taking sides
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| And up on the shelf above us, our ideas turn to rust
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| And the things we love they lose their shine
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| Oh, it’s a flawed design
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| Get away, get away, get away if you can
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| 'Cause this is the world I’m fighting for
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| Someday, someway
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| If we could find the words to say
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| There’d be no more fighting, no taking sides
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| And up on the shelf above us, our ideas turn to rust
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| And the things we love they lose their shine
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| Oh, it’s a flawed design
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| Oh, it’s a flawed design |