| Our love is dead but without limit
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| Like the surface of the moon
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| Or the land between here and the mountains
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| Well, it is not these hiding places
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| That have kept us innocent
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| But the way you taught me to just let it all go by
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| And so we’ve learned to be as faithless
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| Stand behind bulletproof glass
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| Exchanging our affections through a drawer
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| And it was always horribly convenient
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| And happening too fast
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| You should count your change before you’re even out the door
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| Yes, you should but please…
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| Return, return to the person that you were
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| And I will do the same
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| Cause it is too hard to belong to someone who is gone
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| My compass spins
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| The wilderness remains
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| Once too often, I have retreated
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| Into the depths of my despair
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| I built a barricade to block you on the road
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| But standing there with all of my possessions
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| Piled higher than a house
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| I felt closer to you than you ever would have known
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| So let these tiny acts of charity
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| Become common ground of which to build
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| A monument to commemorate our time
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| And though, you say, you’ve found another
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| Who will surely speed you on your way
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| Don’t let the forest grow over that path you came there by
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| But you will, so…
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| So hurry up and run to the one that you love
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| And blind him with your kindness
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| And he’ll make war, old war, on who you were before
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| And he’ll claim all that has spoiled in your heart
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| Well, now, I tell myself I’ve mended
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| Under these patches of blue sky
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| There are still a few holes that let in a little rain
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| And so it is crying on my shingles
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| My floorboards moan under my feet
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| The refrigerator is whining, so I’ve got reason to complain
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| But I am not gonna bless you with such compliments
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| Some degrading psalm of praise
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| Like the kind that converted you to me so long ago
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| Because the truth is that gossip’s
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| As good as gospel in this town
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| You can save face but you won’t ever save your soul
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| And that’s a fact
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| So hurry up and run to the one that you love
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| And tie him up in you likeness
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| And he’ll become, become the prisoner I was
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| And know all that has spoiled in your heart
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| And know all that has spoiled in your heart
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| So hurry up and run to the one that you love
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| And blind him with your kindness
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| And he’ll make war, old war, on who you were before
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| And he’ll claim all that has spoiled in your heart
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| Yeah, he’ll claim all that has spoiled in your heart
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| (So hurry up and run to the one that you love
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| And blind him with your kindness
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| And he’ll make war, old war, on who you were before
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| And he’ll claim all that has spoiled in your heart
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| Yeah, he’ll claim all that has spoiled…) |