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Sep 2010
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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
Written by
Bria Prior
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