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like this summer unsettled |
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and surprisingly grey |
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I'm supposed to be warm |
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but I'm tricked by a cold betrayal |
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knowing that your cold war |
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isn't over at all |
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seeing how you try steering a craft |
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that is bound to stall |
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nothing's in your way |
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and no one's out to save you |
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so you can wither by the wealth |
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or you can catch up on yourself |
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so fed up with the good face |
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to spare us from knowing |
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what we already know |
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and the faces we are scared of showing |
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you have all that you had |
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now it's time to give up |
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and leave that miserable struggle |
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you once thought your love could stop |
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nothing's in your way |
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and no one's out to save you |
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so you can wither by the wealth |
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or you can catch up on yourself |
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nothing's in your way |
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and no one's out to save you |
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when your world is coming down |
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and your ramparts hit the ground |