It's your bed, so please choose a side
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I'll take the one closest to the door
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and you start to speak
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the words that try to justify
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do far more wrong then anything you do
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so grab the coat, the keys, the tension speaks
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but we're singing it
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(chorus)
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I'll tap the brake while you crack the window
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the smell of smoke is making my lungs explode
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the 51 is backed up and too slow
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lets tune out by turning on the radio
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And this town is dead
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we've been caught in these sheets way too long
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lets just see who's up on this screen
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no one i know is more depressing than me,
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or should i say the two of us
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cause after all we're all we've got
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and tension speaks but we're singing it
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(chorus)
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And oh my love youre all I need
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backed behind a frequency
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they played this song an hour ago
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lets tune out
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lets tune out by turning on the radio
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Havent we heard this song about a thousand times before
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Oh well after awhile it all sounds the same
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I guess its better than silence and better than shame
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(chorus)
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Tune Out (Acoustic)
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