| A quiet room is what you get
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| An empty glass, an unmade bed
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| A picture window with a view
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| And all I think about is you
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| To feel so bad, to feel so good
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| To let it be misunderstood
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| Now I long to lose my senses
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| And love you all over again
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| The shouted words, the tired sighs
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| The traded kiss of sad goodbyes
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| The living off of our desires
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| Then putting out a thousand fires
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| To feel so bad, to feel so good
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| To let it be misunderstood
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| Now I’d tear down my defenses
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| To love you all over again
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| To know a place without regret
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| You make believe you paid your debt
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| But in that clean and quiet room
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| You can’t believe it’s over yet
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| Out on a lark, at home asleep
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| The endings play, the bands retreat
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| But in that dumb luck of the few
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| The consolation comes to you
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| To feel so bad, to feel so good
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| The verdict’s in, it’s understood
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| I will be tried for my offenses
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| And love you all over again
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| Out on a spree, at home asleep
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| The endings play, the bands retreat
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| But in that dumb luck of the few
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| The consolation comes to you
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| To feel so bad, to feel so good
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| The verdict’s in, it’s understood
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| That I’d be tried for my offenses
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| And love you all over again |