One, two, three, four
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You've got the best of both worlds
You're the kind of girl who can take down a man
And lift him back up again
You are strong but you're needy
Humble but you're greedy
And based on your body language
And shoddy cursive I've been reading
Your style is quite selective
Though your mind is rather reckless
Well, I guess it just suggests that this is just what happiness is
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And what a beautiful mess this is
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It's like we're picking up trash in dresses
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Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write
Kind of turn themselves into knives
And don't mind my nerve, you could call it fiction
But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear
'Cause here we are
Here we are
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Although you are biased, I love your advice
Your comebacks they're quick
And probably have to do with your insecurities
There's no shame in being crazy
Depending on how you take these
Words, I'm paraphrasing this relationship we're staging
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And what a beautiful mess this is
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It's like picking up trash in dresses
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Well, it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say
Kind of turn themselves into blades
Kind and courteous is a life I've heard
But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt, oh, dear
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'Cause here we are
Here we are
Here we are, here we are
Here we are, here we are
Here we are, here we are
Here we are, we're still here
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What a beautiful mess this is
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Well, it's like taking a guess when the only answer is yes
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And through timeless words
And priceless pictures
We'll fly like birds
Not of this earth
And tides they turn
And hearts disfigure
But that's no concern
When we're wounded together
And we've torn our dresses
And stained our shirts
But it's nice today
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Oh, the wait was so worth it