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It got to resembling a vaudeville show, The show of shows,
C B D
Such comedy unserpassed as juvenile theatrics go,
But who am I to tell you to contain yourself?
And who are you to tell me to control it?
When we both have prepared so carefully

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One day,
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You'll know we never meant each other harm in any way,
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One day,
A F D
You'll know we never meant each other sorrow,
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Gotta keep my distance

I keep sifting through the loot to find the stairs,
This business burning to the ground,
I can't look back my hindsight seems to be impared,
My outlook has no holds to see out

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It's starting to hurt when I open my arms too wide,
A milky white haze invades my vision,
My lungs are heavy with your presence as if
you were standing right behind me,
And I can't bring myself to turn around,
Gotta keep my distance