| Different strokes, we’re different people, not wanting the same things
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| I supposed you were a keeper — can’t help imagining
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| Now, I’ve been told we’re not alone, just the others keep quiet
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| We’re awake and on the phone making calls just to fight it
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| Different days will go unaimed, they’ll plan an attack soon
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| Guns and knives, they’ll kiss their wives, and start on their march by noon
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| I guess it’s not okay as an ending, but we’re keeping silent still
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| Can’t believe the lies their defending — it’s a curse, it’s a cursed time
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| I don’t mind when they walk by
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| Giving me the eye
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| They just long to be seen
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| If you believe that you can change my mind
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| Pack up your things and get on that flight
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| Love is a miracle though it’s deaf and blind
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| It’s hard to find someone
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| When you’re on the run
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| I know we’ve just begun, but we’re done
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| Different strokes, we’re different people. |
| Am I asking the same things?
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| I guess that we’re not equals — in love, you’re supposed to be
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| But you won’t find a heart like mine, and don’t try to tempt me
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| I’m diving deep but coming up empty
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| If you believe that you can change my mind
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| Pack up your things and get on that flight
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| Everything’s beautiful in this west coast light
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| It’s hard to find someone
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| When you’re on the run
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| On the day you come
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| I’ll invite you into my heart, love |