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During the time of which i speak |
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It was hard to turn the other cheek |
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To the blows of insecurity |
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Feeding the cancer of my intellect |
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The blood of love soon neglected |
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Lay dying in the strength of its impurity |
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Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together |
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They've all gone and left each other |
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In search of fairer weather |
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And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast |
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To the slim chance of love's recovery |
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There i am in younger days, star gazing |
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Painting picture perfect maps |
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Of how my life and love would be |
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Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection |
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My compass, faith in love's perfection |
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I missed ten million miles of road i should have seen |
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Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together |
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Left each other one by one on the road to fairer weather |
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And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast |
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To the slim chance of love's recovery |
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Rain soaked and voice choked |
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Like silent screaming in a dream |
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I search for our absolute distinction |
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Not content to bow and bend |
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To the whims of culture that swoop like vultures |
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Eating us away, eating us away |
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Eating us away to our extinction |
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Oh how i wish i were a trinity |
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So if i lost a part of me |
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I'd still have two of the same to live |
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But nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal |
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As specks of dust we're universal |
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To let this love survive |
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Would be the greatest gift that we could give |
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Tell all the friends who think they're so together |
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That these are ghosts and mirages |
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All these thoughts of fairer weather |
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Though it's storming out i feel safe within the arms |
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Of love's discovery |
