| Wait, is there no one deciding
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| Someone who guided you there
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| Was it so damn inviting
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| And you sway, like those trees that were bending
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| And my life had ended right there
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| Yeah my life was ending
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| And you’re weak, but that’d old news
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| Just a pair of worn out soles at the bottoms of a shoe
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| Who’s street, on our street
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| Things that you can’t see
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| And things you won’t say
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| I held on with both hands
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| To things that you give away
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| But i don’t wanna start a war with you
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| I just wanna love some more
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| I don’t wanna feel this way
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| I don’t wanna start a war
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| I don’t need to know who’s right or who’s to blame
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| I don’t want to hear your voice and feel ashamed
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| I don’t need this anymore
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| And i don’t want to start a war
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| Wait, we got at such perfect timing
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| And somehow it only seems fair
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| It’s just so damn exciting
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| And i reach, but you’re not there
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| Someone i used to know, someone who used to care
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| Someone who cared for me
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| Things that you can’t see
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| And reasons you won’t stay
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| I held on with both hands
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| But some things just slip away |