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I'm sick of all these words,
Yeah, sick of what you've heard,
We've built a grudge that won't let us down,
Pray for the brink,
Don't give, just take,
If I get the girl, it's my mistake,
You had ahold, but she let go,
It's good to know you'll let me down,
When knocked around, well I'm not picking you up,

Getting even, what a joke,
Let's not forget the words you spoke,
And did you know this song's about you?
And do I have to run this by you?
Don't care how it felt,
These words speak for themself,
You're thinking, retracing, all your steps that get you back to me,
Hand-shaking, beat racing, this will get me through tonight,
Get me through tonight,

I'm sick of all these words,
Yeah, sick of what you've heard,
We've built a grudge that won't let us down,
Pray for the brink,
Don't give, just take,
If I get the girl, it's my mistake,
You had ahold, but she let go,
It's good to know you'll let me down,
When knocked around, well don't leave me here dying please,
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Love's awake,

Did you know this song's about you?
Getting even, what a joke,
And do I have to run this by you?
Run this by you,
I'll run this by you,
I'll run this by you,
Run this by you,

Run this by you, run this by you, run this by you,

And it's not your fault,

Do you remember those night's together?
Eighty-eight keys and my broken strings,
Don't you say you miss this more than I do, more than I do?
(More than I do, more than I do)
Do you remember those night's together?
Eighty-eight keys and my broken strings,
Don't you say you miss this more than I do, more than I do?
What did I do, what did I do?
What did I do, what did I do?
(What did I do, what did I do?)
What did I do?
And I miss you,
You miss me too,
What did I do?
(What did I do, what did I do?)

This friendship bends each time we remind ourselves, he's only in it for her, self.