| If I hold on much longer, I might break my hands
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| I must respect the space you have, but you tread in my lands
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| And all things aside, I know we both know where we stand
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| I’m stuck here and you’re there and that’s it
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| Let it go
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| This quicksand, it pulls me under
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| It pulls me underneath her
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| And I’m learning how to live with my unintended consequences
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| While you’re busy jumping fences
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| Afraid to stay in one spot for too long
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| Biting the bait, pulling me down
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| Telling myself to rebuild and rebound
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| Yet, always hoping to see you around
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| 'Cause that’s my idea of safe and sound
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| But I’d rather gamble lose all and face death
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| Than fucking rot here, exhausted from this waste of breath
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| I always waste my breath
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| This quicksand, it pulls me under
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| It pulls me underneath her
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| And I’m learning how to live with my unintended consequences
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| While you’re busy jumping fences
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| Afraid to stay in one spot for too long
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| I’m trying hard, real hard
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| Everyday, not to lose my temper
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| I’m trying hard, real hard
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| Everyday, not to lose my temper
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| I’m trying hard, real hard
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| Everyday, not to lose my temper
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| I’m trying hard, real hard
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| Everyday, not to lose my…
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| Temper! |