In a car on the driveway
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The conversation's colors paint themselves on canvas
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White lies and motivation were standing out so honestly
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I'm surprised it didn't hurt your eyes
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I think that 'I' is the only word in your vocabulary tonight
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Those same brown eyes stare straight ahead
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And I shut my hand in your door
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And I looked around, for a lifeline
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Well I would rather have a broken arm
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Than have my arms around you
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Well I would rather have a broken arm
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Than have my arms around you
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It took a minute or two to gather all of my neurotic thoughts
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Before I started to talk way to loud, loudly I thought to myself
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God, how do I find myself here again and again?
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My same black eyes stared straight ahead
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As I took my time with a cigarette
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There, enough, I'm still in love with the false hope of us
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Stabbed inside my chest
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Let me tell you, all about it.
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Because I would rather have a punctured lung
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Than waste my breath on you
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Because I would rather have a punctured lung
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Than waste my breath on you
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Although, my dear:
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I would rather have a broken heart
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Than give up hope on you
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Well I would rather have a broken heart
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Than give up hope on you
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We've got all the time that we need.
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I'd Rather Have
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Manchester Orchestra |