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A steady hand can hardly stand |
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to waiver from its course, so slightly |
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I do believe in symmetry, but it's hard to see |
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when we're living so awkwardly |
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Our love grew slow like coral reefs |
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beneath the mellow waves of a warming ocean |
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And left behind the static lines of home |
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to design a new horizon |
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If I'm impolite, it's not a trend |
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but just a way to bend these new anxieties. |
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The privilege of compromise |
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has risen to the cause of possibility |
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An iceberg slowly melting in the gulf-stream |
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sends a letter to its lover |
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I'll soon return a hurricane |
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and blow away your doubtful reservations. |
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Wayoway I'm a little bit slow |
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when the mind falls out |
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theres nothing left but the echo |