in all the wrong places
I was on a good path
but then I lost the traces
I was just like you
so I started to move things around
I got up and slapped a few faces
it calmed us all down
we sat it out on the lonely terraces
of the last motel before dawn
love is so tiring and strong
for us hopeless cases
we keep getting it wrong --
come undo these laces
I am nothing like you
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