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" Thursday night, everything's fine, except you've got that look in your eye
when i'm tellin' a story and you find it boring,
you're thinking of something to say.
My finger tips are holding onto the cracks in our foundation,
and i know that i should let go,
but i can't.
And everytime we fight i know it's not right,
everytime that you're upset and i smile.
i know i should forget, but i can't."