We made a plan that was subject to change So whatever way it works out we both get the blame
And you took the wind right out of my sails By sweating me out on all the little details
We made a choice and we knew we would pay For stealing the joy and trying to escape From the arms of this low
And if by some chance you break from the pack You know I'll be waiting to welcome you back Into the arms of this low
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