It's getting colder,
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And we're getting distant,
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And I just keep thinking,
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That I never meant it -
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To be like this,
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To be like this.
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You know what comes next,
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(So do I)
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You're looking for a way to gracefully bow out,
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And say good night.
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It's worse than you think.
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On your way home, you should have known,
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You never listen to me.
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(On your way home, you should have known)
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I'm only complaining - to keep myself busy, sweetie.
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(You never listen to me)
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I'm only complaining - to keep myself busy, sweetie.
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So keep me...
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I can't say I blame you, but I wish that I could.
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I'm sick of writing every song about you.
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So keep me updated.
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Call back in a week - to check up on me.
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So keep me updated.
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Call back in a week - to check up on me.
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So keep me updated.
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(Was it so easy? Well, this seems impossible.)
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Call back in a week - to check up on me.
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So keep me updated.
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(This is impossible, impossible.)
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Call back in a week - to check up on me.
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(This is impossible, this is more than I can take.)
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So keep me updated.
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Call back in a week - to check up on me.
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So keep me updated.
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Call back in a week - to check up on me.
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Mutual Head Club
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| Taking Back Sunday |
