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We talked up all night and still came to no conclusion |
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We started a fight that ended in silent confusion |
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And as we sat stuck, you could hear the trash truck |
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Making its way through the neighborhood |
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Picking up the thrown out, different from house to house |
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We get to decide, what we think is no good |
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We're sculpted from youth, the chipping away makes me weary |
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And as for the truth, it seems like we just pick a theory |
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And that's the one that justifies our daily lives |
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And backs us with quiver and arrows |
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To protect openings 'cause when the warring begins |
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How quickly the wide open narrows |
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Into the smallness of our deconstruction of love |
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We thought it was changing but it never was |
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It's just the same as it ever was |
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A family of foxes came to my yard and dug in |
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So I looked in a book to see what this could possibly mean |
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Yeah, 'cause there is fate in the breeze and signs in the trees |
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And possible tragic events |
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When enforces collide with the damage strewn wide |
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And holes blasted straight through the fence |
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The sky starts to crash, the rain on the roof starts to drumming |
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And laid out like cash, your take on my list of shortcomings |
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And the show starts to close, |
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I know how this goes |
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The plot a predictable showing |
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And though it seems grand, we're just one speck of sand |
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And back to the hourglass we're going |
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Back to the smallness of our deconstruction of love |
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We thought it was changing but it never was |
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Was still in the smallness of our deconstruction of love |
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We thought it was changing but it never was |
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Our deconstruction of love |
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Our deconstruction of love |
