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Fed up with the anger and emotion I think I've had it with the petty arguments Yeah we can kiss and make up But it makes life a little tense When all we ever get from it are red eyes It's funny how it's all it ever really takes For a pretty good thing To become everything we hate If we could just quit while we're ahead Call it a night and go to bed Where we ought to be If we could only just agree to disagree Fed up with the anger and exhaustion And all the bitter words are getting on my nerves And you can say what you want But I know I've been getting on yours With all we ever get out of the late nights I think it's time we slow it down a little bit Say we had a good run But we're both getting sick of it Aus Songtexte Mania