Tangled up in our not-so-common sense,
I heard you say you'd never sleep again 'til the bed was made.
You lied, you lied, you lied, you lied.
Dancing around with all the ghosts in empty homes,
you sang and you sounded like you knew it was your own,
Rang out a shot in the dark,
Some things are best to let fall apart.
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