| Sometimes I think, we’re almost there
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| I’m catching on, you’re understanding
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| Maybe we’ll be all right, we’ve caught up from behind
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| We hunker down, insulate from
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| Voices of doubt, ever expanding
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| To greet another day on our little island
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| And as we lay upon the sand
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| The clouds decide to congregate
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| Clank their glasses, spill their drinks
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| The dreaded cycle activates
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| I look through you, you look through me
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| Eyes of contempt stuck in a pattern
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| We are alone out here on our little island
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| And once the storm has left its mark
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| The sun returns to dry the mess
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| Fallen tears erased from sight
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| You lay your head against my chest and
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| We try to learn from each mistake
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| And keep it all in perspective
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| In order to preserve our little island
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| Our little island
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| Our little island |