| Is it sensible, life is what it seems
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| When you’re living in a dream
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| Could you care enough? |
| While pausing on a thought
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| Can you think of what you’ve got?
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| (Only you know what matters in your life)
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| When it’s pouring out, you’re pondering inside
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| And all the times you shouted, everybody cried
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| You’ve got to learn to compromise
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| To live inside the others' lives
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| It’s not peculiar, there’s nothing to devise at all
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| On a stormy night, you’re sitting on the floor
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| Is it nothing anymore?
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| Waking up to fix it, making up the fight
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| Will it be one more tonight?
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| (Some things we said will never wash away)
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| Taking all of this into another day
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| Recollections of the words we used to say
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| The times you looked into my eyes
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| Whispered vowing not to lie
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| Hear the telephone, it’s raining in the fall
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| And you hope I never call
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| Sending messages that never get received
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| But we’re trying, I believe
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| (Sometimes we wonder what our lives are for)
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| Taking all of this is taking all of me
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| Sometimes I wish I had the energy
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| When it falls apart like fragments of our lives
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| Give a little bit, and give a lot to die |