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Drawing meaning from the unexpected, |
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A sign that cannot be denied. |
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A portrait of our everlasting expressions, |
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And the distance between us, side by side. |
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Nearing the end of this long discussion, |
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Still struggling for what more to say, |
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A man of words trying to argue his point, |
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With someone, who can afford to walk away. |
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This conflict of interest, |
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Of whether to act and indulge, |
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Or risk waiting for the greater gain, |
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That may never come. |
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I'm always pushing my luck, for nothing is ever good enough. |
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While you strive to protect, what you already have for nothing will ever be as good as it was. (clean) |
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A look held too long, or maybe not long enough, in the perfect setting which complicates us. |
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While we await the inevitable end, |
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We enjoy the inevitable events. |
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For everyday that passes we lessen the risk. |
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For everyday that passes makes much more sense. |
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While we await the inevitable end, |
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We enjoy the inevitable events. |
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And now...a new tension, |
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This one of silence... |
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A late morning gaze out of the window, from inside a cold apartment. |
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We look out, we look away, |
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Anywhere but at each other. |