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We ain't eye to eye, you see

You're the one that's missin' me

And we can't seem to get this one quite right

 

But you tell yourself it'll be just fine

You just need a drink, couple glasses of wine

Or whatever it is that helps you sleep at night

 

So somethin' or another's gonna have to give

Before you just snap and I blow my lid

And this whole thing ends up as one big mess

 

Somethin's gotta change and it's gotta happen soon

We're stuck right here inside this room

Fifty Fifty, no more, no less

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Published
Sep 23, 2010
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