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There is so much for us to talk about,
but not enough time.
It takes too long to cover all our thoughts,
so we keep quiet.
You know exactly how to get underneath my not-too-thick skin.
You dig so deep and make a big mess out of everything.
How will they ever be able to sort us out?
When we blow up into million pieces,
will they tell us apart?
When they've cleaned up all our mess,
can I still have your heart?
I can't keep up with all the turns you take when you pick sides.
It gets too hard to barricade
the walls that you tear down.
How will they ever be able to sort us out?
How will they ever be able to sort us out?
How will they ever be able to sort us out?
How will they ever be able to sort us out?
How will they ever be able to sort us out?
When we blow up into million pieces,
will they tell us apart?
When they've cleaned up all our mess,
can I still have your heart?
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