| I’ve heard
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| Since I was younger
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| That oil and water don’t mix
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| They’re polar opposites
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| With a molecular rift you can’t fix
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| But I swear with all your burnt bridges
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| You could leech what’s caustic and find
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| A rudimentary lye
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| Some kinda miraculous bind
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| Oh no, I think I’m not quite ready
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| To let you circle the drain
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| All the things we’ve broken
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| Can be puzzled together again
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| All your sums and your pieces
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| Are enough to clean up
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| All the messes you’ve made
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| I think that you’re worth keeping around
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| I think you’re worth holding onto
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| I’ve heard if I were tougher
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| Then maybe I’d make it alive
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| I got a tender side
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| I’ll need a harder shell to survive
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| But if seeing is believing
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| I don’t know I’ve seen a thing grow
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| Without an open coat
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| Not without a softness showing
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| I know maybe you’re not quite ready
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| To loosen your hold
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| On the safety blanket
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| You been keeping around your shoulders
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| But your sums and your pieces
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| Are enough to make you whole
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| You gotta let go
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| I think that you’re worth keeping around
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| I think that you’re worth holding onto
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| It’s gonna hurt like hell
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| But we’re gonna be well
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| I’ll give you my best shot |