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It got to resembling
A vaudeville show
The show of shows
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
[chorus]
One Day
You'll know we never
Meant each other harm
In any way
One day
You'll know we never meant
Each other sorrow
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
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
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