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Why do we do this always Making sure to make the worst of what we have, what we've had and what we wish we always wanted The truth is I don't know you And you don't know me It's better off this way We're better off alone anyway And it seems to me That this is just a dream I'm making moves You're faking truths I'm working hard for what's not there So good job for the less accomplished I'm making starts You're breaking hearts So tidy up and wearing faces So good job for the less accomplished How can you act like I Don't feel the way I always have You're packing up and taking off Never to be seen again, You're never to be seen again... From Letras Mania