| If endings are beginnings
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| Maybe we should be leaving
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| If loving you’s like dying
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| Maybe I could stop breathing
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| We listen, but are we hearing?
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| And endings are like beginnings
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| If the start is just the finish
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| Then maybe we should keep moving
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| What things did you accomplish?
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| Maybe we could stop counting
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| I write to learn what I’m thinking
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| And endings seem like beginnings
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| Though I dig my heals right in
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| There ain’t a soul not suffering
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| You pass it on like a baton
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| And run and run and run and run
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| Alas the heart, it cannot speak
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| It holds its tongue between its teeth
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| I travel across the great divide
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| From neutral ground to your bedside
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| If pain was just a tattoo
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| Maybe it will stop hurting
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| I’ll say I’ll always love you
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| And hold you all night till morning
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| I pray that I’m not just dreaming
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| And endings are, and endings are
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| And endings are like beginnings |