| Lover, have you solved your love today?
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| And you’ve been running around trying to figure it out
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| But you don’t need this anymore
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| And lovers that gave your hearts away
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| And you’ve been coming around trying to hold me down
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| But you can’t keep me anymore
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| When you’re close enough to whisper in my ear
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| But I can’t reach you anymore
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| When you close me off and turn away
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| I feel like I could die
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| When we cling to it, when we hold it too close
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| It gets away from us, and we’ve started to grow old
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| When it’s creeping in, and we’ve nowhere to hide
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| We try to love again, we’ll try to love again
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| And you’ve been holed up in a house
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| And they’ve been coming at your gates
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| And you’ve been holding your ground
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| But you can’t hold this anymore
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| When you’re close enough to whisper in my ear
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| But I can’t reach you anymore
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| When you close me off and turn away
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| I feel like I keep falling down
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| When we cling to it, when we hold it too close
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| It gets away from us, and we’ve started to grow old
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| When it’s creeping in, and we’ve nowhere to hide
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| We try to love again, we’ll try to love again
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| And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts,
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| the bad parts of me
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| And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts,
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| the bad parts of me
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| And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts,
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| the bad parts of me
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| And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts,
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| the bad parts of me
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| (When we cling to it, when we hold it too close
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| It gets away from us, and we’ve started to grow old)
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| And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts,
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| the bad parts of me
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| (When it’s creeping in, and we’ve nowhere to hide
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| We try to love again, we’ll try to love again)
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| And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts,
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| the bad parts of me
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| (When we cling to it, when we hold it too close
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| It gets away from us, and we’ve started to grow old)
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| And they’re slowly picking away, and leaving only the bad parts,
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| the bad parts of me
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| (When it’s creeping in, and we’ve nowhere to hide
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| We try to love again, we’ll try to love again) |