| I don’t know where it started
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| The growing hole in my chest
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| Everyone’s brokenhearted
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| A beautiful kind of mess
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| And every time I think about this
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| Every time I think about this
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| I get so confused, it’s you
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| And every time I think about this
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| Every time I think about this
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| I don’t know what to do
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| When it’s coming down to what we are
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| I feel trouble aching in my heart
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| I can’t find it when I’m reaching for
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| What we are, what we are, what we are
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| What we are, what we are, what w are
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| At the point wher we parted
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| My mind grew insecure
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| Baby, we are broken starships
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| Drifting here in our curse
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| And are you, are you thinking 'bout this
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| Are you, are you thinking 'bout this
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| Are you feeling stuck here too
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| Every time I think about this
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| Every time I think about this
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| I get so confused, it’s you
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| When it’s coming down to what we are
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| I feel trouble aching in my heart
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| I can’t find it when I’m reaching for
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| What we are, what we are, what we are
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| What we are, what we are, what we are
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| When it’s coming down to what we are
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| I feel trouble aching in my heart
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| I can’t find it when I’m reaching for
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| What we are, what we are, what we are
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| What we are, what we are, what we are
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| What we are, what we are, what we are
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| What we are, what we are, what we are
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| What we are, what we are, what we are
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| What we are, what we are, what we are |