| I’m focused on a letter
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| That I’m writing to you, I’m writing to you
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| I know, I know I’m no regretter
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| But I ran into truth, I ran into truth
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| Back up, back into where I’ve been lost identity in this
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| Finding myself seem so selfish, okay I must admit
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| We go side by side, stuck in the middle
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| Of everything we’ve been against now
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| Do I compromise everything sacred
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| Just to be a part of your lies
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| We’re taking it up
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| To go downtown, to go downtown
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| We’re taking it up
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| To go downtown, to go downtown
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| And where do I go here
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| Just to get rid of you, to get rid of you
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| I know, I know you don’t belong here
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| Call it forbidden fruit, reveal the truth
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| I tried to draw these lines but
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| You cross them every time
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| You call it right behaviour
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| And I think outside my mind
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| We go side by side, stuck in the middle
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| Of everything we’ve been against now
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| Do I compromise everything sacred
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| Just to be a part of your lies
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| We’re taking it up
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| To go downtown, to go downtown
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| We’re taking it up
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| To go downtown, to go downtown
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| One hundred times before
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| We’re only closer to the door
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| Dead bodies on the floor
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| Pointing the blame at something more
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| We go side by side, stuck in the middle
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| Of everything we’ve been against now
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| Do I compromise everything sacred
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| Just to be a part of your lies
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| We’re going all the way up
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| To go downtown, to go down
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| Oh, to go downtown, to go downtown, hey |