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I don't think you're happy I'm blind but we're tangled up In everything but my bed sheets It's colder in Cincinnati These mornings are what I need My mind's consumed With all of these fake memories And everything we wouldn't every try to be Something to accommodate your mood You're scaring off my common sense And guess what, not every things about you This love, I give up Well my conscience can't stop finding All these reasons to keep trying From Letras Mania