| I can’t begin to explain
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| How we disassemble
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| The parts and frame
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| Maybe it’s the same late morning?
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| The same no-show?
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| «It's the same fucking habits…»
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| I guess we don’t know
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| All of this is tearing us apart
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| I don’t know where us or this start
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| All of this is tearing us apart
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| I don’t know where us or this start
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| If there’s anyone near when we collide
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| We throw them in the middle
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| They can pick sides
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| As the plans turn into compromise
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| The promises all turn to lies
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| The spite builds up and I can’t get through
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| Passive me, aggressive you
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| I know I nag, I moan I know
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| But with a plan like this it’s way too slow
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| In the time it took to get this bad
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| I could’ve made this work but all I had
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| Was the hope that pieces would take shape
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| And we could watch them all fall into place
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| Fall into place
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| All of this is tearing us apart
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| I don’t know where us or this start
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| All of this is tearing us apart
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| I don’t know where us or this start |