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Foreign Air - The Apartment Lyrics




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
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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
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Writer: Brian Joseph, Jacob Rabadi, Jesse Clasen, Larus Amarson
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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