| Looking out on a familiar scene
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| There’s no agreement in what we see
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| Your perception lacks clarity
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| And my perspective is blinding me
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| Side by side
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| Divided they stand
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| Parallel lives running parallel with you
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| To the point where our horizons divide
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| My opinion is just a point of view
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| And your position is the other side
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| Caught up in our convictions we forget
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| How our senses distort things we see
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| We can’t accept our differences
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| But we can always disagree
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| Side by side
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| Divided they stand
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| Parallel lives running parallel with you
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| To the point where our horizons divide
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| My opinion is just a point of view
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| And your position is the other side
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| Where I stand is not so far from you
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| A different opinion is just another point of view
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| Parallel lives running parallel with you
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| To the point where our horizons divide
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| My opinion is just a point of view
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| And your position is the other side
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| Parallel lives running parallel with you
|
| To the point where our horizons divide
|
| My opinion is just a point of view
|
| And your position is the other side
|
| Parallel lives running parallel with you
|
| To the point where our horizons divide
|
| My opinion is just a point of view
|
| And your position is the other side
|
| Parallel lives running parallel with you
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| To the point where our horizons divide… |