Things are good
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We should take a polaroid, a memento
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Before the moment's destroyed
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We constantly bicker, these flickering moods
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We¡¯re hardly making any sense
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Either you love me or you leave me
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Don¡¯t you leave me on this picket fence
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It¡¯s been hard
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We¡¯ve both got our histories
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That haunt these homes
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But I ain¡¯t bathing in our misery
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So pour me a drink and don¡¯t pour it too weak
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And grab it from the top shelf
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I ain¡¯t asking for redemption
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And this ain¡¯t no cry for help
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Well, things are good
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We take it all for granted
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We turn that wheel
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Back to all our bad habits
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But I don¡¯t believe we need love to succeed
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But the least you could do is pretend
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Either you love me or you leave me
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Don¡¯t you leave me on this picket fence
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Either you love me or you¡¯ll leave me, don¡¯t you leave me
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On The Picket Fence
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| The Good Life |
