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So we're back here again. Tiptoeing round the edge of the end.

Wondering who'll be last to admit that we're finally over.

Turned 21 the day that we met. Terrible shoes, implausible dress.

 It's funny how sad the funny things get as you grow older.

Better or worse but what else can we do?

 When better or worse I am tethered to you.

If it's not either of us tell me who are we fooling?

I learnt the art of biting my tongue.

I tired of trying to guess what was wrong.

Both agreed on where we should go, but not how to get there.

We tried and tried to loosen the knots.

 Thinking once we're untangled we'll be better off.

 But it's these failures and faults that hold us together.

Better or worse but what else can we do?

 When better or worse I am tethered to you.

If it's not either of us tell me who are we fooling?

 This beautiful tangle that's bruising us blue.

 It's a beautiful knot that we just can't undo.

 Together we're one but apart tell me who are we fooling?

Real love is hard love. It's all we have.

 It's a break neck. Train wreck. It's all we have.

So we're back here again.

Turning away from the edge of the end. Arm in arm.

Better or worse but what else can we do?

When better or worse I am tethered to you.

If it's not either of us tell me who are we fooling?

 This beautiful tangle that's bruising us blue.

 It's a beautiful knot that we just can't undo.

If it's not either of us tell me who are we fooling?

Together we're one but apart tell me who are we fooling?