| She goes to bed early and he goes to bed late
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| And it’s been that way for weeks now
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| But she ain’t tired and he’s a dead weight
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| The room’s cold as he stares the screen down
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| The bed’s warm so she kicks her feet out
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| Through the wall she can hear the ads break
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| She’s half awake and he’s half asleep
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| And she floats through the depth of his headspace
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| And the bed frame sings out
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| As he lays she pretends she’s asleep
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| He pretends he believes her
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| He can tell by the way that she breathes that she isn’t
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| So they lie in the darkness
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| Sad thoughts fill the air like birthday balloons
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| As they run away to separate dreams now
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| Back to back, ten paces at noon
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| And she don’t know that he knows it’s over
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| Over
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| And he don’t know that she knows it’s over
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| Over
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| They don’t fight much, tongue full of bite marks
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| Eyes full of tired, smiles stay drawn on
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| Forlorn figures pass in the hallway
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| With no words exchanged and no foreplay
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| No further games, it has all changed
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| And the floor stays made out of egg shell
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| Every question’s a riddle
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| Once they had met in the middle
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| Make camp on the edge now
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| There’s a river in between them
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| And it’s picking up speed as it deepens
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| They don’t know where it will sweep them
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| Afraid to know and they don’t wanna get their feet wet
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| So they keep the same secret
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| But they don’t know the other has the same one too
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| Only free when they’re dreaming
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| Back to back ten paces at noon
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| Draw your line in the sand
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| There’s no right side to stand
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| Tell your lies, hide your plans
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| There’s no right side to stand
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| And she don’t know that he knows it’s over
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| Over
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| And he don’t know that she knows it’s over
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| Over
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| And now that space in between seems so far
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| So far
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| One little word it could bring them closure
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| Over |