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Our love is dead but without limit, |
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like the surface of the moon |
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or the land between here and the mountains. |
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Well, it is not these hiding places |
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that have kept us innocent |
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but the way you taught me to just let it all go by. |
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And so we've learned to be as faithless, |
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stand behind bulletproof glass, |
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exchanging our affections through a drawer. |
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And it was always horribly convenient |
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and happening too fast. |
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You should count your change before you're even out the door. |
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Yes, you should but please... |
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Return, return to the person that you were. |
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And I will do the same |
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cause it is too hard to belong to someone who is gone. |
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My compass spins. The wilderness remains. |
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Once too often, I have retreated |
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into the depths of my despair. |
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I built a barricade to block you on the road. |
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I was standing there with all of my possessions |
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piled higher than a house, |
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I felt closer to you than you ever would have known. |
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So let each tiny acts of charity |
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be common ground on which to build |
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the monument that will commemorate our times. |
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And though, you swear you've found another |
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who will surely speed you on your way, |
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don't let the forest grow over that path you came there by. |
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But you will, so... |
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So hurry up and run to the one that you love. |
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And blind him with your kindness. |
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And he'll make war, old war, on who you were before. |
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And claim all that has spoiled in your heart. |
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Now, I tell myself I've mended |
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under these patches of blue sky. |
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There are still a few holes that let in a little rain. |
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And it's been crying on my shingles. |
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My floorboards moan under my feet. |
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The refrigerator is whining, so I've got reason to complain. |
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But I am not gonna bless you with such compliments, |
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some degrading psalm of praise, |
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like the kind that converted you to me so long ago. |
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Because the truth is that gossip's as good as gospel in this town. |
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You can save face but you won't ever save your soul. |
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Baby that's a fact. |
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So hurry up and run to the one that you love. |
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And tie him up in your likeness, |
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And he'll become, become the prisoner I was. |
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And know all that has spoiled in your heart. |
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And know all that has spoiled in your heart. |
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So hurry up and run to the one that you love. |
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And blind him with your kindness. |
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And he'll make war, old war, on who you were before. |
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And claim all that has spoiled in your heart. |
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Yeah, he'll claim all that has spoiled in your heart. |
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(So hurry up and run to the one that you love. |
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And blind him with your kindness. |
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And he'll make war, old war, on who you were before. |
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And claim all that has spoiled in your heart. |
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Yeah, he'll claim all that has spoiled...) |
