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Half-full loses weight once you taste it
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So for now my empty glass must mean I've chased it
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But I'm not wasted and I'll not waste it
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The dealer laced it with a new decree of our separation (How many have you taken?)
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And I could run off at the mouth
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For hours on end, like I'd gone senseless
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But I'm just speechless, rendered me defenseless
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Barred from your presence, my namе from present-tensеs
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And yes, I've sensed this since early August
Em
I'm not dense and it's obvious that you're more than just friends
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But I'm not against this, I'll remove our fences
Em
And just hide in these sentencing sentences, till things can start making sense
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It's a roseate opiate ruse of roguish rouge
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That brings back my black and bruised blues
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The sea, our torpid frames pale upon the beach
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Entwined in love's sands, between those sheets
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Remember, I mean, really think back now
Em
To the very last time you were happy
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And yeah, I know, got the job, got the family
Em
Got no free time, and still they'll take what's left, now
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We're running on empty but I know we can make it
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Can't turn around, and we can't change our destination
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But when our transmission ends
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They'll rescue us and we'll start from where we land
[Chorus]
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It's a roseate opiate ruse of roguish rouge
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That brings back my black and bruised blues
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You can't rob the coppery tide of her cherry-ish hues
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The shores of these sheets recant refuse
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Forget about the wedding rings we lose
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Only greater love will see us through
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It don't matter now how long we've played the fools
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We both know we were bound to bend the rules
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You should know by now, we never lose (No never, never)
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You can mock the malleable calms of ancient rule (Forever and ever)
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Or forgive them for they know not what they do (Whatever, whatever)
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So Rosemary's baby to sing the truth (For worse or for better)
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Now, the idiosyncrasy when they serve the savants
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And the mouth of the iris learns to let the light in
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May the end of our times make way for the rules that we bend
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Times are always changing, but life never ends