You lie in the grief
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You lie in the depression
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You lied in your confession
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You knew me better than this
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You lie by my side with your hand on a weapon
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Waiting for a confession
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You knew me better than this
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We come from different towns
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And recognise the sound of giving up
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We come from different towns
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And recognise the sound of
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We’re giving up, we’re giving up
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But I won’t breathe another word about you
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We’re giving up, we’re giving up, woah
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And I won’t sleep without you
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You lie to yourself at your own intervention
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And you’re too scared to mention
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That you’re better than this
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And you lie by my side with your head on a weapon
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And your eyes on the tension
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You knew me better than this
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Cause we come from different towns
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And recognise the sound of giving up
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We come from different towns
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And recognise the sound
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We’re giving up, we’re giving up
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But I won’t breathe another word about you
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We’re giving up, we’re giving up, woah
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And I won’t sleep without you
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We’re giving up, we’re giving up
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But I won’t breathe another word about you
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We’re giving up, we’re giving up, woah
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And I can’t get enough
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Woah
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We’re giving up, we’re giving up
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But I won’t breathe another word about you
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We’re giving up, we’re giving up, woah
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And I can’t breathe without you
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We’re giving up, we’re giving up
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But I won’t breathe, giving up, we’re giving up
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And I won’t breathe, we’re giving up, we’re giving up
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Woah and I can’t get enough, well I can’t get enough |