Roll With The Punches (Live From An Evening With Dawes)

The separation was symmetrical
 They both retreated to their sides
 Drawing lists of demands and muddy lines in the sand
 Trying out their separate lives
 Most of the damage was collateral
 But still inspired some debate
 All the principles of why all the people we love
 Are the same ones we can also hate
 You just roll with the punches
 Until you can't feel a thing
 You just roll with the punches
 Aw, yeah
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 The separation was logistical
 Deciding what belongs to whom
 How dying love manifests in a rug or a chest
 The decorations of a room
 Every promise was negotiable
 Most of all the ones they made alone
 What she finally forgave what he'll take to his grave
 Learning how to not pick up the phone
 You just roll with the punches
 Until you can't feel a thing
 You just roll with the punches
 Aw, yeah
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 The separation was a miracle
 The band of static right behind your eyes
 That you filter everything through without knowing you do
 A past and future synthesized
 You just roll with the punches
 Until you can't feel a thing
 You just roll with the punches
 Aw, yeah
 You just roll with the punches
 Until you can't feel a thing
 You just roll with the punches
 Aw, yeah