You are here right here with me,                                                              ­                    
                                            ­                                                                 ­ 
looking through, not at me                                                               ­                 
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We are suffering quietly,                                                         ­                   
                                                                ­                                                                 so much is said, silently                                                         ­                     
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The TV plays way too loud                                                             ­                 
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You stomp your feet too proud                                                            ­  
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  Neither of us is willing to do,                                                            
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what's needed to get us through                                                          ­      
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You give me an icy glare,                                                           ­                   
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interrupting my focused stare,                                                           ­                                           
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slapping me into reality                                                          ­                            
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of how bad it is between you &me                                                               ­   
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  The washer machine in the background,                                                      ­
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   cleans up dirt without a sound                                                            ­  
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   But you & I can't get
by,                                                              ­                  
                                              ­                                                                 ­   
   our dirt gets materialized                                                     ­                 
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   Behind the walls we are seen,                                                            ­          
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as a couple whose grass is green                                                            ­        
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  While eating our dinner we fall apart.                                                           ­                                                       
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  as we eat the other's hearts                                                           ­       
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 The fence is white & the flowers bloom.                                                
          ­                                                                 ­                                         
as we explode in the living room                                                             ­         
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The pictures hung so perfectly,                                                       ­             
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like we once used to be