| You lie in the grief
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| You lie in the depression
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| You lied in your confession
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| You knew me better than this
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| You lie by my side with your hand on a weapon
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| Waiting for a confession
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| You knew me better than this
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| We come from different towns
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| And recognise the sound of giving up
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| We come from different towns
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| And recognise the sound of
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| We’re giving up, we’re giving up
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| But I won’t breathe another word about you
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| We’re giving up, we’re giving up, woah
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| And I won’t sleep without you
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| You lie to yourself at your own intervention
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| And you’re too scared to mention
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| That you’re better than this
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| And you lie by my side with your head on a weapon
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| And your eyes on the tension
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| You knew me better than this
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| Cause we come from different towns
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| And recognise the sound of giving up
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| We come from different towns
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| And recognise the sound
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| We’re giving up, we’re giving up
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| But I won’t breathe another word about you
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| We’re giving up, we’re giving up, woah
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| And I won’t sleep without you
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| We’re giving up, we’re giving up
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| But I won’t breathe another word about you
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| We’re giving up, we’re giving up, woah
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| And I can’t get enough
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| Woah
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| We’re giving up, we’re giving up
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| But I won’t breathe another word about you
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| We’re giving up, we’re giving up, woah
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| And I can’t breathe without you
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| We’re giving up, we’re giving up
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| But I won’t breathe, giving up, we’re giving up
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| And I won’t breathe, we’re giving up, we’re giving up
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| Woah and I can’t get enough, well I can’t get enough |