| Been so long since I had the nerve to give an inch
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| I’m always a step ahead of you
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| No matter what words are said in arguments
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| We both know we’ll make it through
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| If that’s good enough for it now
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| Your arms are my only safe ground
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| I’ve said some things I may regret
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| Can we just forgive and forget?
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| You’ve said some things you may regret
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| So let’s store this mending in our memory now, now
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| My mind drifts, swirls in circles like my fists
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| Your mind games are the living end of me
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| Don’t paint this picture to be one sided
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| When fault rests on both our hands, both our hands
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| If that’s good enough for it now
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| Your arms are my only safe ground
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| I’ve said some things I may regret
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| Can we just forgive and forget
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| You’ve said some things you may regret
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| So let’s store this mending in our memory now, now
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| Oh, I’ve been close to backing out of all we’ve made
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| Oh, I’ve been close to leaving
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| No, I’ve been close to backing out of all we’ve made
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| No, I’ve been close to leaving
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| No, I’ve been close to backing out of all we’ve made
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| And I’ve been close to leaving, to leaving
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| I’ve said some things I may regret
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| Can we just forgive and forget?
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| You’ve said some things you may regret
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| So let’s store this mending in our memory now
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| [Outro
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| Now your only chance is the art of recovery |