| I opened my hands up to see what I’ve got.
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| My days slip like coins into a slot.
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| They are gone, the shadows lie long.
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| I’ve been banking on a broken machine.
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| Left unattended, like most of my dreams.
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| Rusted components of an unmarked song
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| We’ve been staring down a brilliant dream
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| The sun burns our eyes.
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| We’ve been fighting for the love of our lives
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| All around us things come apart.
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| Broken pieces. |
| broken hearts,
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| Fix me, oil me, match me with the next best thing.
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| Person to person, nation to nation
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| Heels dug in no communication.
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| While the time speaks of weathering
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| We’ve been wanting to be helped by binding ties
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| We’ve been fighting for the love of our lives
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| And when it breaks down, I beg you don’t go.
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| A sinking ship, I’m ready to blow.
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| I try to outthink you with an army of words,
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| I strategize.
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| I am fighting for the love of my life
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| Fire and water, oxygen
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| Scotch and soda, or any combination
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| Starts the reaction.
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| Is there no mastermind of modern day
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| Who can blueprint a plan to make love stay
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| steady and weatherproof usher in a new revolution?
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| After trying more, the hopeful ones still try.
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| How can we help it
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| When we’re fighting for the love of our live?
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| (Trying more) The Hopeful ones still try.
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| How can we help it
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| When we’re fighting for the love of our lives? |