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If you think you're throwing words to the wise, |
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the first thing that you ever felt, inside and under your belt |
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To a place that smothers children |
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Cuts the space between two lives |
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I've seen you working, wasted and gray |
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You've got a delicate heart, and listen, you would be smart |
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To keep yourself in a world of mothers, sisters, daughters and wives |
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Listen, I've come to rock this boat |
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The take and giving means no room for the living |
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And some of you think it loves and lovers |
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Death in one corner leaves no space in the other |
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I know that when it's over we'll be holding one another |
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We only ever wanted to feel real |
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Two years of tension only teaches you to fight |
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We only ever wanted to try |
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And if you see this world as ugly and thin |
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Then you'll be so cruel to the touch, you'll lose the body you're in |
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To a land of angry soil, that swallows boys and coughs up men |
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I've seen you taste the salt of your tears |
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You always stop when you start, and listen, you would be smart |
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To keep yourself in a world of mothers, sisters, daughters and wives |
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Listen, I've come to rock this boat |
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The take and giving means no room for the living |
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And some of you think it loves and lovers |
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Death in one corner leaves no space in the other |
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I know that when it's over we'll be holding one another |
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We only ever wanted to feel real |
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Two years of tension only teaches you to fight |
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We only ever wanted to try |
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I'll raise a glass to being no one else's fool |
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Raise some question to the rule, who says you'd have to lose a love to find one |
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Take the things you don't love, spread them out in the sun |
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Two futures melt into one |
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Who says you have to lose a love to find one |
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I know that when it's over we'll be holding one another |
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We only ever wanted to feel real |
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Two years of tension only teaches you to fight |
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We only ever wanted to try |
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I'm around, I'm around, I'm ok, I'm ok |
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I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm the same, I'm the same |
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We are, yeah, we are, we are |
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We are just looking for something |
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With our hands, and our fists, muscles, skin, thumb, and bone |
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We never grew up, we were cut from the stone |
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That holds you, body and soul |
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We are all just looking for something |