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The Break Up
No, no, no, no – I refuse
there’s nothing left to talk about
there’s nothing left to loose
I can’t take it so I just won’t try
I can’t make up yet another lie

Someone told me that they saw us on the street
we were both still holding hands
so it couldn’t have been last week
we’ve cracked it open and we’ve wrung it dry
we’ve said we’re sorry and we’ve said goodbye

and of course it goes without saying
you prefer the happy songs
I’m sorry that I’ve let you down
with these painful sing-a-longs
I take it back, I blame myself
my solipsistic haze
don’t know how you put up with so much shit
back in the better days

But no, no, no, no – I refuse
we must go our separate ways
and end this mild abuse
I can’t take it so I just won’t try
I can’t make up yet another lie

someone told me they thought us the perfect pair
another bland compliment
I weaved into despair
you know me, I always meet life with a smile
let’s not argue, let’s just sit here for awhile

and of course it goes without saying
you prefer the happy songs
I’m sorry that I’ve let you down
with these painful sing-a-longs
I take it back, I blame myself
my solipsistic haze
don’t know how you put up with so much shit
back in the better days
Guitare et voix: Jacob Wren
Enregistrement studio: Radwan Ghazi Moumneh (hotel2tango)