We could recognize our faults
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We could admit when we’re wrong
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We could try to talk things out
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Instead of yelling from the wells of our lungs
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But we don’t
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But we don’t
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We could try and patch things up
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Siphon out the bad blood
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We could set our pride aside
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Ignore our egos for the night
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And make love
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But we won’t
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But we won’t
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But we won’t
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We won’t
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We insist we’ll be all right
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These wounds will heal themselves with time
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All we have to do
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Is stick it through a few more months
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And we’ll be fine
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But we know
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But we know
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But we know
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We know
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You could finally tell me off
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But I got a feeling you won’t
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You keep lying to yourself
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But the truth is you’re afraid of letting go
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So let go
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So let go
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Let go
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So Let Go
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| The Good Life |
