| The wheel turns and we spin with it
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| No help for us who’ve made our path
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| We see our fate and never try to fight it
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| Because it calls us even as it kills
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| There is no pain like separation
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| But we embrace it as we should each other
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| The parting kiss and say goodbye
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| The long wait grinds like a broken bone
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| Through the night’s pale consolations
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| A drink too many and a pretty face
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| I only see your sad eyes shining
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| The light of a star on a frosty night
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| Oh, the words come thick and stumbling
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| Stupid, clumsy cliches, all used up
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| All those phrases speak so slick and easy
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| They roll like thunder and beat hollow like an empty drum
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| It’s not enough, it’s not enough
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| Too many questions that we dare not answer
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| And the truth is only something
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| That we sing for strangers, far away
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| And yes, we’re tired, yes, we’re lonely
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| And as the days crawl by distracted
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| The grand design seems sham and aimless
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| But we still play the game because we made it
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| And wait for the return as best we can |