| Love, your enemy is time
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| It’s too soon to set it straight
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| Too late to keep you on the narrow
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| For this pressure on my chest
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| That never lets me rest is building with each new tomorrow
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| For what we needed most, was only just a ghost
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| A vapor trail, a plane gone by
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| A bridge of smoke that fades before our eyes
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| We’d cross the rope, but our balance is a joke
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| We’re human after all, still there’s no excuse to fall
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| This mortal will, more rust than flesh
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| Turned by the creeping bitterness
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| Aging machines, no soul to offer
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| Crushed by the burdens of our fears
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| Carried alone for all these years
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| Programmed to flee, too weak to bother
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| What we needed most was only just a ghost
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| A vapor trail, a plane gone by
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| A bridge of smoke that fades before our eyes
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| We’d cross the rope, but our balance is a joke
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| We’re human after all, still there’s no excuse to-
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| Afraid of letting go, we claw the dirt and move the earth
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| Reclaiming the rotting vessels of our love
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| Animating corpses to dance like they’re rejoicing
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| As the audience is stifled by the actors in our show
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| But it must go on
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| We were the cause, we are at fault
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| We cannot draw from empty vaults
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| With vacant hands, we’re left to ponder
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| If only then we had been told, infatuations would grow cold
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| We might have more than ash to squander
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| I’ll always wonder…
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| Was it a vapor trail?
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| A vapor trail
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| Are we a vapor trail?
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| Vapor trail |