even if we say we do, it don't mean that we will
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it don't mean that we're going to
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even if we say we'll try it don't mean
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that we'll have the opportunity
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all this time weighed out unrefined
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twisted and unkind. all mine
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all this pain suddenly arranged
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a relationship that i've denied
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my backs against the wall
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i stumble and fall down
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sometimes i scream
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I'm scratchin' at my head
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I'd rather be dead than not in your arms
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in your arms, in your arms
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even if we say we do it don't mean that we will
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it don't mean that we're going to
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even if we say we'll try it don't mean
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that we'll have the opportunity
|
|
my backs against the wall
|
i stumble and fall down
|
sometimes i scream
|
i'm scratchin' at my head
|
i'd rather be dead than not
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in your arms, in your arms, in your arms
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my backs against the wall
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i stumble and fall down
|
and sometimes i scream
|
|
my backs against the wall
|
i stumble and fall down
|
sometimes i scream
|
i'm scratchin' at my head
|
i'd rather be dead than not
|
in your arms, in your arms, in your arms
|
my backs against the wall
|
i stumble and fall down
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and sometimes i scream
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Lost Cause
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| Oleander |
