| It’s hard to write about love when I’m just not sorry
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| Missed all of your signals and you just stopped calling
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| Priorities are fucked, beyond out of luck
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| Vapid, insecure, I should have seen this coming
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| I should have seen this coming
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| We were a place in time, a particular mood
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| A convenient excuse to make love in your room
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| Same hardwood floors, see nothing has changed
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| You still hate my guts, I still love you in vain
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| Would you listen to yourself right now?
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| You’re not making any sense
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| You like the world to change around you
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| When you could simply make amends
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| Occupying all of my thoughts these days
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| Then you went and walked away
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| We were a place in time, a particular mood
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| A convenient excuse to make love in your room
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| Same hardwood floors, see nothing has changed
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| You still hate my guts, I still love you in vain
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| Is love ever enough?
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| We’re breaking down
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| And still no closer
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| Have you called my bluff?
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| These dreams die harder
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| We can’t start over
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| We were a place in time, a particular mood
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| A convenient excuse to make love in your room
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| Same hardwood floors, see nothing has changed
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| You still hate my guts, I still love you in vain |