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Oil and Water
You and I are like oil and water
We've been trying, trying, trying
Ohhhhhhh... to mix it up.
We've been dancing on a volcano.
And we've been crying, crying, crying
Ohhhhhhh... over blackened souls.
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time.
It will not be the last time.
There is no pair of souls that could shelter this weather.
I been smiling with anchors on my shoulders
But I’ve been dying, dying, dying
ohhhhhhh... to let them go
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time.
It will not be the last time.
There is no pair of souls that could shelter this weather.
Babe, this wouldn’t be the first time.
It will not be the last time.
We tried to believe everything would get better.
We've been lying to each other.
Hey Babe, let's just call it, call it,
call it, what it is.
Oil and water (wouldn't be the first time)
Oil and water (wouldn't be the first time)
Oil and water (wouldn't be the first time)
Oil and water (wouldn't be the first time)