We got acquainted on a warm summer's night
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Top floor of your apartment was where we started clicking for the first time
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And our future it was so bright
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I was there to be the melody
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and under the impression that you would be my harmony
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Pretty soon we were dressed up in lights
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But if you wanted center stage, I was there on your right
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I was singing on the grandstand where i think we made our first plans
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To be a constant source of friction, a clear contradiction
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This is where we discovered our dissonance
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All these things I think about in pieces
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All these scenes I play again in my mind
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When were the two of us destined to come undone?
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When we had just begun
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Is it possible I got something wrong?
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In the middle of a moment, while we labored over song?
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And we toiled over every word
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Was it your voice you wanted heard?
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At the time I thought I tried to strip away some my pride
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but I couldn't understand where you were coming from
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All these things you could explain in pieces
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All these things you could have said but never tried
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You were always there waiting for us to come undone
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And now all that we've built, yes everything we have came undone
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We always used to fight
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The record that we kept of wrongs and rights would lock us there inside
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You turned and walked away
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and left me picking pieces off the ground in scattered disarray
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All these things I could explain in pieces
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And all these things I'd want to say but how could I?
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I was always there waiting for you to come undone
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And I knew you would
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I knew you would break someday and come unglued
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I knew you were waiting for the day
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when you'd leave us and be gone for good
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We always used to fight
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The record that we kept of wrongs and rights would lock us there inside
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You turned and walked away
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and left me picking pieces off the ground but I am here to stay
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(although in pieces I'll go pick up the pieces)
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I'm waiting out the night
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For when we see the sun the work we've done will finally come to light
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And with the break of day
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we'll put the pieces back in place somehow until we find our way
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(although in pieces)
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I'll go pick up the pieces every time
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In Pieces
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Mase |