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  • Pretty soon you will be wanting me
    To go. And
    I will only be the enemy
    I know. Pretty soon you will be needing me
    To leave.
    But know that you and
    I will always be
    Naive. Maybe you'll forgive the things that
    I forgot.
    Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought.
    Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought.
    But maybe not.
    Why don't we lay down on the kitchen floor
    All that we say we had with us before?
    We'll find our way to what we're looking for
    By separating what is mine from yours.
    Pretty soon
    I'll be the one you hold
    At bay. And then forever
    I'll be good as gold lamé.
    I know your heart cannot be bought or sold
    For much. donder maar op, consider yourself told
    In Dutch.
    And we can argue 'till our throats are sore
    About how far you take a metaphor.
    You always deign to see the glass half filled
    And now it seems to me the half glass spilled.
    Maybe you'll forgive the things that
    I forgot.
    Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought.
    Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought.
    But maybe
    Maybe you'll forgive the things that
    I forgot.
    Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought.
    Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought.
    But maybe not.
    Maybe not.
    Maybe not
  • Pretty soon you will be wanting me
    To go. And
    I will only be the enemy
    I know. Pretty soon you will be needing me
    To leave.
    But know that you and
    I will always be
    Naive. Maybe you'll forgive the things that
    I forgot.
    Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought.
    Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought.
    But maybe not.
    Why don't we lay down on the kitchen floor
    All that we say we had with us before?
    We'll find our way to what we're looking for
    By separating what is mine from yours.
    Pretty soon
    I'll be the one you hold
    At bay. And then forever
    I'll be good as gold lamé.
    I know your heart cannot be bought or sold
    For much. donder maar op, consider yourself told
    In Dutch.
    And we can argue 'till our throats are sore
    About how far you take a metaphor.
    You always deign to see the glass half filled
    And now it seems to me the half glass spilled.
    Maybe you'll forgive the things that
    I forgot.
    Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought.
    Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought.
    But maybe
    Maybe you'll forgive the things that
    I forgot.
    Maybe you're forgetting all the times we fought.
    Maybe we should divvy up the things we bought.
    But maybe not.
    Maybe not.
    Maybe not