Mmm Well our love story reads like a book of lies-
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Good intentions, better alibis
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No happy endings, no straight lines, no movin' on,
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But no goodbyes.
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This bittersweet revelry will be the death of me.
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We go round and round, tryin' to work it out
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And all I get is hell bent and bound
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Never far from right where we are.
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And you'd think we'd get enough
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And know we're gonna fuck it up,
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We're holdin' on, sinkin' down,
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Here we go around and around...
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Making circles...
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Making circles...
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We both need to lead while we dance along
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One more graceful spin on who's right or wrong
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The same old words, the same old song
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Baby, we're right where we belong.
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And it can't get much better and it sure can't get worse
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Well either way you turn, it's gonna hurt.
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We go round and round, trying to work it out
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And all I get is hell bent and bound
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Never far from right where we are.
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And you'd think that we would get enough
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And know we're gonna fuck it up,
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We're holding on, sinking down,
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Here we go around and around...
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Making circles...
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Making circles...
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You'd think we'd had enough
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Be sick and tired of fuckin' up,
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Holdin' on, sinkin' down
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Here we go around and around.
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[big sigh]
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Making Circles
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Christian Kane |