| Your mum gave you some money for the rent
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| I’m not saying it’s a bad thing
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| I know with parents it’s always different
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| And it’s always a weird thing
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| But I wouldn’t want to keep it from you
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| Either way you know I want to
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| Talk it out or text about it
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| Choose to act, or choose to defer
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| I know which one I’d prefer
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| We’re not ready to learn
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| Next to the school is the prison
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| Next to the prison was your house
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| The school field where we took your kitten
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| The vets where she was put down
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| You and me grew up the same
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| Our parents gave us both free reign
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| To fail whichever way we wanted
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| That was such a dumb thing to do
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| No weight of expectation crushing me or you
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| I hear lost decibels returning
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| I hear lost decibels returning
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| And in the final count
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| We always thought we’d balance out
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| Now one of us is always sad
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| The other always feels alright
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| But not alright enough to make the sad one feel okay
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| We are sick and tired of taking turns
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| With nothing left to say
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| We are waiting for the day
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| We’ll pay each other back
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| Not after death
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| But just before that |