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Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather |
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And I can fuck up anything, anything |
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It was a wonderful life when we were together |
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And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing |
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Amelie lied to me, this was supposed to be easy |
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I found the one damn person to help me fall asleep in the night |
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But sleeping gets tiring and dark reminds me of dying |
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And as long as this feeble heart is still beating |
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You will find me rushing through every room, switching on all the lights |
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The problem with falling in love in late-night bars |
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Is that there's always more nights, there's always more bars |
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The problem with showing your lover your scars |
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Is that everybody's lover is covered in scars |
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So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather |
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And I can fuck up anything, anything |
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It was a wonderful life when we were together |
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And now I've fucked up every |
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Things got fractious and I felt faithless |
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At that moment just before the dawn when everything falls apart |
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But baby I didn't mean it, for things to get desperate |
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I let slip my guard, I let go of the rudder |
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Now we're drifting in the current away from one another |
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Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather |
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And I can fuck up anything, anything |
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It was a wonderful life when we were together |
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And now I've fucked up everything |
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Give me one fine day of plain sailing weather |
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And I can fuck up anything, anything |
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It was a wonderful life when we were together |
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And now I've fucked up every little goddamn thing |
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Every little goddamn thing |
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Every little goddamn thing |
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Every little goddamn thing |
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Every little goddamn thing |
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I've been skirting 'round the rim |
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Of doing something brave, and not just standing, but jumping in |
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Of making circles into squares, of laying down |
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The bare facts like a burden I can't bear |
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But I can almost find the words |
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But I can see the way you'd fold your hands |
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Speak my name like a curse upon your pretty lips |
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The pressured white behind your fingertips |
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And when you see me for all that I am |
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I couldn't make mistakes to make a difference any more |
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I'd throw myself down on my knees at your hands |
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And beg you for forgiveness for my fuckups and my faults |
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And maybe you'd relent and return my hope for our forever |
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Lift up your precious hands and then bring yours and mine together |
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So give me one fine day of plain sailing weather |
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Just give me one fine day of plain sailing weather |
