Even if we say we do, it don¡¯t mean that we will
It don¡¯t mean that we¡¯re going to
Even if we say we¡¯ll try it don¡¯t mean
That we¡¯ll have the opportunity
All this time weighed out unrefined
Twisted and unkind. all mine
All this pain suddenly arranged
A relationship that i¡¯ve denied
My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down
Sometimes I scream
I¡¯m scratchin¡¯ at my head
I¡¯d rather be dead than not in your arms
In your arms, in your arms
Even if we say we do it don¡¯t mean that we will
It don¡¯t mean that we¡¯re going to
Even if we say we¡¯ll try it don¡¯t mean
That we¡¯ll have the opportunity
My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down
Sometimes I scream
I¡¯m scratchin¡¯ at my head
I¡¯d rather be dead than not
In your arms, in your arms, in your arms
My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down
And sometimes I scream
My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down
Sometimes I scream
I¡¯m scratchin¡¯ at my head
I¡¯d rather be dead than not
In your arms, in your arms, in your arms
My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down
And sometimes I scream
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