| So if we’re both done crying
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| Don’t you talk to me again
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| Cause our room’s all flooded
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| We can’t sleep in a place like this …
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| What is it worth to me?
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| You don’t look at me the same way
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| And that makes it sting
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| I want to talk about what you said
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| And all the pieces you took from me
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| And as you float around my head
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| Casting doubt on what I said
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| I think it’s time we tried again
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| Just never heard me say it …
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| So if we’re both done crying
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| Don’t you talk to me again
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| Because our room’s are flooded
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| We can’t sleep in a place like this
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| And if we’re stuck inside it
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| You can’t keep holding on to me
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| We’re just two different people digging the same hole
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| No sleep, there’s no peace
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| It’s nowhere, it’s all bleak
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| There’s nothing left for me to say
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| So now I spin around you
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| And as you float around my head
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| All spun up and misled
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| I think it’s time we tried again
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| You just never heard me say it
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| So if we’re both done crying
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| Don’t you talk to me again
|
| Because our room’s are flooded
|
| We can’t sleep in a place like this
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| And if we’re stuck inside it
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| We can’t keep holding on to me
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| We’re just two different people digging the same hole
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| I swear I still talk about it
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| Like it still means something
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| So if we’re both done crying
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| Don’t you talk to me again
|
| Because our room’s are flooded
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| We can’t sleep in a place like this
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| And if we’re stuck inside it
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| We can’t keep holding on to me
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| We’re just two different people digging the same hole |