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We get up every mornin and we sit at separate walls 
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And the closet thing to touching you is our passing in the hall 
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       G                           D               G 
Cause another day of pride brings another night of war 
 
Chorus: 
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We've turned our bedroom into a battleground 
G                                              D 
Whatever came between us has turned our world around 
G                                      C             G  
This old tear stained bed cries out to lay our armor down 
                 G         D          G 
We've turned our bedroom into a battleground