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And it starts like:So we scattered pretty arcs across the cities,Turned pockets of doubt into blankets of hope.Now it's hard staying graceful, mostly sleeping central,At weekends my weak hands are shaky at bestSo you're guilty again(Choose yr side and shut up! Choose yr side and shut up!)You're falling apart, walk back to his car, and you're as guilty as him(Choose yr side and shut up! Choose yr side and shut up!)That's a pretty big heart but we're gonna have to break itThat's the way it honestly feelsWe're like; STOP!But you don't stopYou just touch up yr make upKeep grinding yr hips to the wheel(So they started kissing, lips of a magicianIn weeks they were tired, given months they were outNow they're kinda settled somewhere on the coastlineCan hardly recall what the rush was about)So you're guilty again(Choose yr side and shut up! Choose yr side and shut up!)You're falling apart, walk back to his car, and you're as guilty as him(Choose yr side and shut up! Choose yr side and shut up!)That's a pretty big heart but we're gonna have to break it From Letras Mania