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Another sentimental argument, and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again
Dragged it through the mud
Yelling at brick walls, and punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust
And fallen on our pride
A knocked down, dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night
And no one will take the fall
Where do we go from here
And what did you do with directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
A knocked down, dragged out fight
Fat lips, and open wounds
Another wasted night
And no one will take the fall
Another sentimental argument, and bitter love
Fucked without a kiss again
Dragged it through the mud
Where do we go from here
And what did you do with directions?
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
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