| I was always in your corner patching up some cut
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| As the future and former, I like to think it was enough
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| All your words on point, always talking some shit
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| As you rolled a joint and played my new kit
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| They say the end is coming
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| Your sarcastic laugh, your fingers drumming
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| And tell me what we are becoming
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| Isn’t it strange how the seasons just pass?
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| While you’re lost in the farce of the past
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| And you always said this was enough
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| Then you cried while I patched you up
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| But I was lonely too
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| I was lonely too
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| We were never young
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| Just too afraid of ourselves
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| All the things we’d done, trying to harden our shells
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| They say the end is coming
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| You grab my shirt, my fingers strumming
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| We both know we had it coming
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| Isn’t it strange how the seasons just pass?
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| While you’re lost in the farce of the past
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| And you always said you were so tough
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| Then you fell and I watched you give up
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| But you were lonely too
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| You were lonely too |