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Shoulder to shoulder, amused but not advanced |
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He, she, you, me, it's all just circumstance |
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Eager, hopeful, content to play the friend |
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Timid advances with mutual regret |
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She can't always be wrong, he can't always be right |
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Not a matter of choice, just a matter of time |
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Till they know where they stand once they've reached the end |
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Awkward choices with smiles from ear to ear |
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A faded union that won't survive the years |
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Timeless series of blameless accidents |
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Oh, the stubborn cycle of inherited mistakes |
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She can't always be wrong, he can't always be right |
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Not a matter of choice, just a matter of time |
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Till they know where they stand once they've reached the end |
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I'll be mine where I place my drafts |
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When the desert ends, I'll ask the dust |
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I'll be mine where I place my drafts |
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When the desert ends, I ask the dust |
