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Two - The Antlers | 14,313 plays


The Antlers- Two.

There’s two people living in one small room
From your two half-families tearing at you
Two ways to tell the story (no one worries) 
Two silver rings on our fingers in a hurry 
Two people talking inside your brain 
Two people believing that I’m the one to blame
Two different voices coming out of your mouth 
While I’m too cold to care and too sick to shout

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