| Is this a love song- or a hate anthem?
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| I guess it just depends on which side of the line you’re standing
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| Really sick and tired of this trap we live in; |
| giving and taking is never that
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| romantic
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| These are true hearts, true minds, true love, true crimes; |
| you didn’t really
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| think about that when you were 17
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| Gas the pain; |
| cruel octane
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| Floor the shame; |
| never the same
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| Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jrsey
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| My head is in gridlock; |
| the ngine is pounding, my heart is overheated
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| Talking to you is like making left turns in New Jersey
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| You always gotta be right just to see what’s left
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| White knuckling through my scattered thoughts; |
| blurry like the lines on the
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| road that I’m flying across
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| Shifting your dreams, forcing a lie; |
| we’re out of time no matter how fast you
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| drive
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| These are true hearts, these are true minds, this is true love, these are true
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| crimes
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| We dreamt for miles at 17
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| In the past year, I’ve become all my greatest fears
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| We were like this car; |
| avoiding our problems a thousand miles too far
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| Letting it corrode assuming that’s just how it goes
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| Until we backfire, leaking oil and trust mixed with the smell of tires
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| Left to rot and choke on our own smoke
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| Was I really crazy before you tried to save me- or did we just make everything
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| worse? |