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The Apartment
by Foreign Air
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I had my suspicions and you had your own
A thousand dirty dishes and a broken home
back when we started before the apartment
hey now
I know you won't admit it but you had to know
I know it's hard to quit it, hard to let it go
as hard as we've falling, gonna hit the floor
lay down, lay down
I know, things will get harder
I know, I've lost my manners
if so, like it or not I speak from the heart
Yeah you see I forgot how to hold your hand
Forgot how to be your man
Hope that you understand me when I say,
I needed to be alone, needed some time to grow
this will be better for us both
I know the feeling and it hasn't caught you by surprise
You've heard it from your friends a million times
mothers to daughters, fathers to sons
lay down lay down
won't let it get the best of me
no i don't need no sympathy
i've got to move now
move out, move out
I know things will get harder
I know I've lost my manners
if so, like it or not I speak from the heart
I had my suspicions and you had your own
A thousand dirty dishes and a broken home
back when we started before the apartment
hey now
I know you won't admit it but you had to know
I know it's hard to quit it, hard to let it go
as hard as we've falling, gonna hit the floor
lay down, lay down
I know, things will get harder
I know, I've lost my manners
if so, like it or not I speak from the heart
Yeah you see I forgot how to hold your hand
Forgot how to be your man
Hope that you understand me when I say,
I needed to be alone, needed some time to grow
this will be better for us both
I know the feeling and it hasn't caught you by surprise
You've heard it from your friends a million times
mothers to daughters, fathers to sons
lay down lay down
won't let it get the best of me
no i don't need no sympathy
i've got to move now
move out, move out
I know things will get harder
I know I've lost my manners
if so, like it or not I speak from the heart
