| I remember every word you said
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| I can hear them every time somebody dares
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| To mention your name
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| And then suddenly, I’m in my head
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| Wondering how I ever let you drag me down
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| Like a nervous dog smelling the air
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| Looking out for a threat I knew was there
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| But hidden from me
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| I should have taken notice of the birds, uh
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| And how silently they searched for higher ground
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| Here we go tumbling down
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| We’re buildings that fall to the ground
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| No, there’s no going back
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| Can’t mend a heart once it’s cracked
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| Nothing but dust in the street
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| Where one day I hoped we would be
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| But no, there’s no going back
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| No mending a heart once it’s cracked
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| No mending a heart once it’s cracked
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| How can you think this is a choice, huh
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| When you made me doubt the sound of my own voice?
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| But now I’m listening
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| And I’m learning how to take care of myself
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| I can fly away in search for higher ground
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| Here we go tumbling down
|
| We’re buildings that fall to the ground
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| No, there’s no going back
|
| Can’t mend a heart once it’s cracked
|
| Nothing but dust in the street
|
| Where one day I hoped we would be
|
| But no, there’s no going back
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| No mending a heart once it’s cracked
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| No mending a heart once it’s cracked
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| You still think that you did nothing
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| Nothing that you did ever worked
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| You still think we could be brothers
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| But brother, I’ve been watching the birds
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| You still think that you did nothing
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| Nothing that you did ever worked
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| You still think we could be brothers
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| But brother, I’ve been watching the birds
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| Here we go tumbling down
|
| Buildings that fall to the ground
|
| No, there’s no going back
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| No mending a heart once it’s cracked
|
| Nothing but dust in the street
|
| Where one day I hoped we would be
|
| But no, there’s no going back
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| No mending a heart once it’s cracked
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| No mending a heart once it’s cracked |