| All the kids they think that they’re romantics
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| And it’s sweet but it’s short sighted and tragic
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| As the sights are nice getting lost along the way
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| But, all that time just sharpening knives is a waste
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| When the dull blade it can cut just as deep
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| It goes from lust to love to want to need
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| Codependency can feel so cheap
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| Wouldn’t you agree?
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| Ah ya, but
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| We’ll always have
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| The records that we don’t know how to split up
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| Not sure exactly who bought what
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| This ain’t supposed to come off as hopeless
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| Or optimistic or stoic
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| Just pointless
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| We’ll always have
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| The nights that neither of us want to trust
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| Not sure exactly who’s done what
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| Not sure exactly who’s going to give up on us
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| When we were kids we were so enchanted
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| And it was nice but elaborate and manic
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| Packing up all the games we used to play
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| I never thought we’d look back at those years as a waste but
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| The old tricks they’re so easily seen
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| Remembering now doesn’t even feel like that was even me
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| Young love ages so cheap
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| Wouldn’t you agree?
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| We’ll always have
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| The records that we don’t know how to split up
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| Not sure exactly who bought what
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| This ain’t supposed to come off as hopeless
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| Or optimistic or stoic
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| Just pointless
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| An olive branch
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| And a little time passed
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| Maybe we’ll get some of that magic back
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| Minus the suspicions and contradictions
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| And just let a little love grow and relax |