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I open my hands out to see what |
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I've gotMy days slip like coins into a slot they are gone |
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The shadows lie long |
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I've been banking on a broken machine |
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Left unattended like most of my dreams |
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Rusted components of an unmarked song |
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We've been staring down the brilliant dream |
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The sun burns our eyes |
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We've been fighting for the love of our lives |
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All around us things come apart |
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Broken pieces, broken hearts |
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Fix me, oil me, match me with the next best thing |
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Person to person, nation to nation |
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Heels dug in, no communication |
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Wily time sneaks her weathering |
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We've been waiting to be held by binding ties |
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We've been fighting for the love of our lives |
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And when it breaks down, |
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I beg you don't go |
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I circle your ship, |
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I'm ready to blow |
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I try to outflank you with an army of words, |
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I strategize |
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I am fighting for the love of my life |
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Iron, water, oxygen, scotch and soda or any combination |
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Starts the reaction |
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Is there no mastermind of modern day who can blueprint |
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A plan to make love stay |
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Sturdy and weatherproof, ushering in a new revolution |
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At the drawing board the hopeful ones still try |
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How can we help it when we're fighting for the love of our lives? |
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Drawing board the hopeful ones still try |
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How can we help it when we're fighting for the love of our lives? |
