| Things are good
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| We should take a polaroid, a memento
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| Before the moment’s destroyed
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| We constantly bicker, these flickering moods
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| We’re hardly making any sense
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| Either you love me or you leave me
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| Don’t you leave me on this picket fence
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| It’s been hard
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| We’ve both got our histories
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| That haunt these homes
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| But I ain’t bathing in our misery
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| So pour me a drink and don’t pour it too weak
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| And grab it from the top shelf
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| I ain’t asking for redemption
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| And this ain’t no cry for help
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| Well, things are good
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| We take it all for granted
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| We turn that wheel
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| Back to all our bad habits
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| But I don’t believe we need love to succeed
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| But the least you could do is pretend
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| Either you love me or you leave me
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| Don’t you leave me on this picket fence
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| Either you love me or you’ll leave me, don’t you leave me |