| We are jigsaw pieces aligned on the perimeter edge
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| Interlocked through a missing piece
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| We are renaissance children becalmed beneath the bridge of sighs
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| Forever throwing firebrands at the stonework
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| We are siamese children related by the heart
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| Bleeding from the surgery of initial confrontation
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| Holding the word-scalpels on trembling lips
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| Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
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| Stand straight, weve drifted past the point of reasons why
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| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
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| The problems always seem to be Were picking up the pieces on the ricochet
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| Drowning tequila sunsets, stowaways on midnight ships
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| Refugees of romance plead asylum from the real
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| Scrambling distress signals on random frequencies
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| Forever repatriated on guilt-laden morning planes
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| We are pilots of passion sweating the flight on course
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| To another summit conference, another breakfast-time divorce
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| Screaming out a ceasefire, snowblind in an avalanche zone
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| Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
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| Stand straight, weve drifted past the point of reasons why
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| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today,
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| The problems always seem to be Were picking up the pieces on the ricochet
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| Are we trigger happy? |
| russian roulette in the waiting room
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| Empty chambers embracing the end
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| Puzzled visions haunt the ripples of a trevi moon
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| Dream coins for the fountain, or to cover your eyes
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| We reached ignition point from the sparks of pleasantries
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| Sensed the smoke advancing from horizons
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| You must have known that I was planning an escape
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| Stand straight, look me in the eye and say goodbye
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| Stand straight, weve drifted past the point of reasons why
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| Yesterday starts tomorrow, tomorrow starts today
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| The problems always seem to be Were picking up the pieces on the ricochet |