| This confession has meant nothing
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| There’s no more barriers to cross
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| Nothing is redeemed
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| I’ve gained no deeper knowledge of myself
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| A broken empty vessel
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| A lung that is lacking air
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| You could take my hand and feel my flesh
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| Gripping yours but I simply am not there
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| Gone without a warning
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| I go down without a fight
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| But you and I
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| We’d level each other out
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| I was the pills that kept you steady
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| You the opiates that talked me down
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| All we had to do was try
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| And make each other laugh
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| And let love and medication see us through the harder parts
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| You’re not the type of woman
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| That ever likes to say things clearly
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| But you know that I’m the kind of guy
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| That needs to have it spelt out of me
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| And it’s not the sort of thing that ever
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| Really seems to just get better
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| No parents and no friends or lovers
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| Or doctors seem to ever have an answer
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| It comes without a warning
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| And I go down without a fight
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| But you and I
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| We’d level each other out
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| I was the ghost in your machine
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| You were the chick in the armour of my self doubt
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| All we had to do was try
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| To make each other laught
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| It’s all we had
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| Love and anger they share the same bed
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| The same body heat warms both of them
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| They rise together as we come together and it makes a mess of our heads
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| We’ve sen it before
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| And we’ll see it again
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| Expectations cause a rift
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| And we stand of different sides
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| Until the crack becomes a chasm
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| An unconquerable divide
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| And we rarely see
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| Eye to eye
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| Maybe a kid could sort us out
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| We could take everything we love about each other
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| And it into someone else
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| Take all that extra energy
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| That we would use to fight
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| And pour it into the foundations of
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| The building of a life
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| I can see it now
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| Almost close to perfect
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| It could be you, her and I
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| Living by a pharmacy in Paris
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| All we have to do is try to and
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| Make each other laugh
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| And let love and medication
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| See us through the harder parts
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| Is it ever enough?
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| Is it ever enough?
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| Is it ever enough?
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| Is it ever enough?
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| Is it ever enough?
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| Is it ever enough?
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| Is it ever enough?
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| Is it ever enough?
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| Is it ever enough?
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| Is it ever enough? |