| I like the old way, I thought I was hanging in there
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| You held back the worst rain from my shoulders then
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| What are we going through, you and me?
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| Every other house on the street’s burning
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| What are we going through? |
| Wait and see
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| Days of brutalism and hairpin turns
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| Your nervous throat clicks and my spirit swims right to the hook
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| You go quiet and leave me in the wake of a terrifying look
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| What are we going through, you and me?
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| What is it you want me to be learning?
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| We’re always arguing about the same things
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| Days of brutalism and hairpin turns
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| Say it like I was right in the room there
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| Say it like your head was on my shoulder
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| (And I’ll keep my eyes open)
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| What are we going through, you and me?
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| Every other house on the street’s burning
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| What are we going through? |
| Wait and see
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| Days of brutalism and hairpin turns
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| What are we going through, you and me?
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| What is it you want me to be learning?
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| We’re always arguing about the same things
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| Days of brutalism and hairpin turns
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| And I’ll keep my eyes open
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| And I’ll keep my eyes open |