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Paramore - Decode
How can I decide what's right?
When you're clouding up my mind
Can't win your losing fight
all the time
Not gonna ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
You wont take away my pride
No not this time
Not this time
How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know how
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And its hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood,
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out
on my own
(I'm screaming I love you so)
On my own
(But my thoughts you can't decode)
How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know how
Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such fools of ourselves
Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such fools of ourselves
How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I use to know you so well
I think I know
I think I know
There is something that I see in you
It might kill me I want it to be true
When you're clouding up my mind
Can't win your losing fight
all the time
Not gonna ever own what's mine
When you're always taking sides
You wont take away my pride
No not this time
Not this time
How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know how
The truth is hiding in your eyes
And its hanging on your tongue
Just boiling in my blood,
But you think that I can't see
What kind of man that you are
If you're a man at all
Well, I will figure this one out
on my own
(I'm screaming I love you so)
On my own
(But my thoughts you can't decode)
How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I think I know how
Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such fools of ourselves
Do you see what we've done?
We're gonna make such fools of ourselves
How did we get here?
I use to know you so well
How did we get here?
Well, I use to know you so well
I think I know
I think I know
There is something that I see in you
It might kill me I want it to be true
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