| He confides in me, he needs to
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| He doesn’t feel the need to lie
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| And my suspicions always proved me right
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| Did I deserve it? | 
| Tell me, was it worth it?
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| I smelled the cinnamon, how could I depend?
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| Expect me to defend myself when you ain’t there
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| Now his hands are in my hair, his whispers in my head
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| That’s it, I’m broken
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| Our love is tainted by the tides
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| Both sides, both sides of the moon
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| And the moon is tainted by the tide, mm
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| Both sides, both sides, both sides
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| And the moon is a slave to the tides
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| Both sides, both sides, both sides
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| Yeah, I wonder how you leave
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| When I know there’s no place to go
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| And I wonder how you still move me
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| To a place where I have no control
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| Here we go again, I’m pacing back with him
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| Going back and forth but this pain is in my chest
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| I’m braving it again, thinking, «How does this make sense?»
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| I’m hoping they’re just friends
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| Our love is tainted by the tides
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| Both sides, both sides of the moon
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| And the moon is tainted by the tide
 | 
| Both sides, both sides, both sides
 | 
| And the moon is a slave to the tides
 | 
| Both sides, both sides, both sides
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| Yeah, I wonder how you leave
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| When I know there’s no place to go
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| Yeah, I wonder how you still move me, hey
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| To a place where I have no control
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| Both sides, both sides
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| Both sides, both sides |