| They say they love each other
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| I’ve no doubt they do
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| They say they’ll always be together
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| That may not be true
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| They come from different places
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| Different points of view
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| They find themselves in different spaces
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| Everything is all brand new
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| Two different directions
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| Too many different ways
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| One always on the road somewhere
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| The other one always stays
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| Too often unhappy
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| Too often on your own
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| When you are moving in different directions
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| True love is all alone
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| Old stories start to surface
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| Patterns from long ago
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| And loving quickly turns to anger
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| For reasons they don’t even know
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| The strongest heart can be broken
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| With one insensitive word
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| The deepest feelings remain unspoken
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| No one is seen and nothing heard
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| Two different directions
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| Too many different ways
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| One always wants to work things out
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| The other one wants to play
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| To ready for changes
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| To much that just can’t wait
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| When you are moving in different directions
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| True love can turn to hate
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| If opposites attract each other
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| What’s the reason for
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| One being like an open window
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| One just like a closing door
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| Two different directions
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| Two many different ways
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| One likes to see the morning sunrise
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| The other one sleeps in late
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| To many tomorrows
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| To many times too late
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| When you are moving in different directions
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| True love may have to wait
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| If you are committed to different directions
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| True love will have to wait |