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My Blue Heaven - Taking Back Sunday
Two selves twist and then collide
You're coming off the cart
I'm coming through
A torturous condition to a spin cycled submission
You know, sometimes it just feels better to give in
Sometimes, it just feels better to give in
And it's all too familiar
And it happens all the time
All the cards begin to stack up
Twisting heartache into fine
Little pieces that avoid an awful crime
But it's you I can't deny
You I can't deny
Dull heat rises from the sheets
I'm both a patient boy
Well, and a jealous man
But double standard of suspicion
Is running deep, oh, my blue heaven
Sometimes, it just feels better to give in
Sometimes, it just feels better to give in
And it's all too familiar
And it happens all the time
All the cards begin to stack up
Twisting heartache into fine
Little pieces that avoid an awful crime
But it's you I can't deny
You I can't deny
We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
You're sick, child, you are sick
You're sick, child, you are sick
You're sick, child, you are sick
We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
You're sick, child, you are sick
You're sick, child, you are
Sick sick
You are sick
We swing and we sway
As this tiny voice in
My head starts to sing
You're sick, child, you are sick
You're sick, child, you are sick
Coming through
Is this all too familiar
Does it happen all the time
I'm just asking you to hear me
Could you please, just once, just hear me
More then anything you wanted to be right
Still it's you, you, it's you I can't deny
You I can't deny
It's you I can't deny
