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She's tried to hard to make it on her own spent weeks around the world in her decay A simple smile still thinking all the while What's one more drink to wash away...herself That kind of love starts to thrill me And it's one, two, three And we're out the door again Making the walls into building Well we're breaking down, Well we're breaking down again Her shouts out loud Still covered up in doubt She thinks about the waves in which she made A vicious lie Too tangled to untie Her tongue tied truths have kept the days long That kind of love starts to thrill me And it's one, two, three And we're out the door again Making your walls into buildings Well we're breaking down, Yeah, we're breaking down again Are all of us too old Are all of us too old Are all of us too old Are all of us too old That kind of love starts to thrill me And it's one, two, three And we're the door again Making your walls into building And we're breaking down again |