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I've walked to the ends of the earth, |
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And glanced into the eyes of those |
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Who were going the opposite way. |
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They failed to bridge the gap, |
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First contact was a threat |
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And you could taste the surging unrest. |
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Who wrote the law that opposites attract? |
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Who could be so naive? |
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Everyone trusts no-one. |
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Looking out for number one. |
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Ours is a primed time. |
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The finite thrill of the loathing - |
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A streak in our life bearing dreams. |
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The connecting virus drives a volatile wedge. |
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It strengthens to soothe the open wound, |
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But ours is a primed time. |
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Although i'm not exempt of blame, |
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It strengthens to soothe the open wound, |
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But ours is a primed time. |
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Bonding? - do you think i want the upper hand? |
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Broken contracts, we sow infertile seeds |
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And reparation pales. |
