| Love took a long time, it followed me here
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| And it landed on light feet, and it whispered in my ear
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| Love spoke of my past as a valuable test
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| And smiled, and said she who loves last loves best
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| 'Cause you know life is hard, but now you also know your mind
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| So now you’re going out to love, but on your own side this time
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| Where you still think of famine, and you still dig up train fare
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| And you won’t mind the wrinkles, 'cause you know how they got there
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| In love but not at peace
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| In love but not at peace
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| Once for me love was the boat inside of a bottle
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| It felt like a gondola ride
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| When you float with the nicknacks, and you don’t hear a sound
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| Where the fish never lived, and you don’t miss the ground
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| And the moon hangs above like a Valium pill
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| And I say I’ll be fine, but I don’t think that I will
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| But today I got work, and I like it that way
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| It’s a case of a still life gone cinéma verité
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| In love but not at peace
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| In love but not at peace
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| And I still need the beauty of words sung and spoken
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| And I live with the fear that my spirit will be broken
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| And that’s the way I thought it would be
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| That’s the way I always wanted it to be
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| So I’ll keep you wondering what time I’m arriving
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| And you’ll drive me crazy with your backseat driving
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| And I’ll talk in my sleep and you’ll steal all the covers
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| We’ll argue it out and we’ll call ourselves lovers
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| And I’ll stay in my body and you’ll stay in your own
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| 'Cause we know that we’re born and we’re dying alone
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| So we turn out the light while the sirens are screaming
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| And we kiss for the waking, and then join the dreaming
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| In love, but not at peace
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| In love, but not at peace |