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All the dust is in my lungs
The dirt is filling up my eyes with hurt
The sweat pours down, it turns to mud
There is no way to take off this old shirt

Can you see how we
Cannot but make a mess?
There is not much that’s left
To confess

Sometimes I can get so mad
I want to punch a hole right through the wall
And sometimes you can feel so sad
That we just sit and say nothing at all

So you see how we
Cannot but make a mess
There is not much that’s left
To confess

Open up your heart
You will lose
Your place and have to head
Back to the start

Sometimes love is just a mess
I want to tidy up, but it won’t do
Take my hand, we will go far
It won’t always be like a dream come true

So you see how we
Cannot but make a mess
There is not much that’s left
To confess
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