| We got two chipped coffee cups
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| We broke every plate in the house
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| Another fight over washing up
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| In this war zone that we call home
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| We justify the danger
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| By this mess that we call love
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| I prefer sex with strangers
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| You prefer it when the gloves are off
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| If you can’t take me as I am
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| Then don’t take me at all
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| Cos you are my harbour
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| And I am your storm
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| You are my safe harbour
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| I guess we’ll never get bored
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| You say you can see the good in me
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| You’re just waiting out the change
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| But the change for which you’re waiting for
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| Activates my full moon rage
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| You’re scared of my violence
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| And I’m scared that I can’t stop
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| But I feel like a mouse on the wheel all the time
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| And I don’t know how to get off
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| You can’t take me as I am
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| But you can’t walk away
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| Cos you are my harbour
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| And I am your storm
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| You are my safe harbour
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| I guess we’ll never get bored
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| You are my harbour
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| And I hold the force of the storm
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| You are my safe harbour
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| And I hold the force of the
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| I hold the force of the storm
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| The force of the storm
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| The force of the storm
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| Playdoh or plasticine
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| Easy to conform
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| Elastic snaps when overdrawn
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| Useless once it’s torn
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| Weathering the storm |