| Through a mutual agreement, we got that aching feeling
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| To look up one another one more time
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| Tracking down the zip codes
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| Sealing down those envelopes
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| Lack of communication on the telephone line
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| But don’t judge us by distance
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| Or the difference between us Try to look at it with an open mind
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| For where there is one room, you’ll always find another
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| Two rooms at the end of the world
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| Well we’ve both ridden the wagon bit the tail off the dragon
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| Borne our swords like steel knights on the highway
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| Washing down the dirt roads
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| Hosing off our dirty clothes
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| Coming to terms with the times that we couldn’t but we tried
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| Where there is one room, you’ll always find another
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| Two rooms at the end of the world
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| Door to door they would whisper, will they ever get together
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| Their rooms are different temperatures I’m told
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| There’s a change in their thinking
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| And their habits seem uneven
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| But together the two of them were mining gold |