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Even if we say we do, it don't mean that we will
It don't mean that we're going to
Even if we say we'll try
It don't mean that we'll have the opportunity

All this time weighed out unrefined
Twisted and unkind, all mine
All this pain, suddenly arranged
A relationship that I've denied

My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream
Oh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead
Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms

Even if we say we do it don't mean that we will
It don't mean that we're going to
Even if we say we'll try
It don't mean that we'll have the opportunity

My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream
Oh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead
Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms

My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream

My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream
Oh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead
Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms

My backs against the wall
I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream
Even if we say we do, it don't mean that we will   It don't mean that we're going to   Even if we say we'll try   It don't mean that we'll have the opportunity      All this time weighed out unrefined   Twisted and unkind, all mine   All this pain, suddenly arranged   A relationship that I've denied      My backs against the wall   I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream   Oh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead   Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms      Even if we say we do it don't mean that we will   It don't mean that we're going to   Even if we say we'll try   It don't mean that we'll have the opportunity      My backs against the wall   I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream   Oh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead   Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms      My backs against the wall   I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream      My backs against the wall   I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream   Oh, I'm scratchin' at my head, I'd rather be dead   Than not in your arms, in your arms, in your arms      My backs against the wall   I stumble and fall down, sometimes I scream