| We turned water into wine but that didn’t last
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| We were the victims of our age
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| Now we live on different floors
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| And go our separate ways
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| And talk behind closed doors
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| We changed our world waiting for it all to end
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| It’s such a shame but who’s to blame
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| When two worlds drift apart
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| We used to sit around the fire
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| And whisper words the world outside would make no claim to hear
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| But now we talk an octave higher
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| In droning tones that don’t relate at all to yester year
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| We changed our world waiting for it all to end
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| It’s such a shame but who’s to blame
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| When two worlds drift apart
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| Do you remember when we were seventeen
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| We took a boat out for an hour
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| But we preferred the greenery to the scenery of the sea
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| And tied up in some cosy cove
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| Till harbour lights appeared across the bay, remember…
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| Into love and out of mind
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| A poet claimed that loving you has only made me blind
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| But love is really crystal clear
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| It’s only when you need someone the clouds will soon appear
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| We changed our world waiting for it all to end
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| It’s such a shame but who’s to blame
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| When two worlds drift apart
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| Do you remember when laughter was the cure
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| For all the hard times that we knew
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| But we forgot to feed the fire — let it all burn down
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| Warmth returns to cold and poison into pain
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| It’s such a shame but who’s to blame
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| When two worlds drift apart, remember… |