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Disagreements
We fight fire with fire
Because one of us has to win.
With no chance
Making things worse.
Saying the worse
Till one of us hurts the most.
Thinking that letting it all out
Will just bring us close.
So we keep this game up.
Who's gonna fold first?
Till tears of regret roll out our eyes
And by surprise, the room is quiet.
Because at the end
You want me to hold you.
Love you like I'm supposed to
And stay.
Because one of us has to win.
With no chance
Making things worse.
Saying the worse
Till one of us hurts the most.
Thinking that letting it all out
Will just bring us close.
So we keep this game up.
Who's gonna fold first?
Till tears of regret roll out our eyes
And by surprise, the room is quiet.
Because at the end
You want me to hold you.
Love you like I'm supposed to
And stay.
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