Who said this won't be perfect after all we know what is right
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And the sounds of bodies clashing is enough to make them cry.
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You know this cannot be perfect even when it is feeling right.
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And the sound of bodies crashing echo through the night.
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Dreams are gone.
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Nightmares are here to stay.
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Not doing when you know is the greatest crime.
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Wake up spilling hatred for each other everywhere.
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How cheap is your love.
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Lying to keep a peace.
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And oh how we ended up in this place.
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In this place we are trapped by greed.
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Silence.
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Something is not right in this house.
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This room I lay my head is haunted by mistakes.
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Crimes of passion?
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Or was it the way they were raised?
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Darkness fills this as does the empty bottles.
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I wait for the day you come home.
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When this house is no longer standing.
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It's Myself vs. Being a Man
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| Inhale Exhale |
