Another sentimental argument and bitter love [bad word] without a kiss again dragged it through the mud
Yelling at brick walls and punching windows made of stone
The worry rock has turned to dust fallen on our pride

knocked down dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night an no one will take the fall

Where do we go from here
And what did you do with the directions
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road

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knocked down dragged out fight
Fat lips and open wounds
Another wasted night no one will take the fall

Another sentimental argument and bitter love
 [bad word] without a kiss again dragged it through the mud
Where do we go from here
And what did you do with the directions
Promise me no dead end streets
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road
And I'll guarantee we'll have the road