| So tell me what’s wrong
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| Your pretty white knuckle’s bout to bleed
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| You’re holdin on for dear life now
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| You ain’t holdin on to me
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| And I saw this magic piece of clay
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| And you saw a burning at the stake
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| They’re both up on the same wall now
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| I saw you start to shake
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| We fall apart
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| We fall together
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| We’re getting worse
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| We’re getting better
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| Not a moment too soon
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| See these skies of blue
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| Can’t you see the flowers smile at you
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| There’s clouds inside your eyes now
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| Where everything there is dying too
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| I want to hold you if I can
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| Like there’s nowhere else to stand
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| But you’re nowhere to be found now
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| And there’s nowhere you can land
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| We fall apart
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| We fall together
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| We’re getting worse
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| We’re getting better
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| Not a moment too soon
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| There’s things I wish I could say to you
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| And days I wish I didn’t think they were true
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| There days I wish I’d never met you
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| And days I wish there were more of you
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| That weren’t slippin from my view
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| Not a moment too soon |