| I woke up eager to greet the day
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| And ask the questions that troubled me
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| Thinking you and I could work it out peacefully
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| And believe that it was just that easy
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| Here we stand now on separate sides
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| It seems one thing we don’t realize
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| Is that neither of us have made room for compromise
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| So we remain in contrary corners again
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| This is how we stay
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| Over and over games we play
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| We could rise or give in
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| But is over and over happening again?
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| Am I to wonder what comes of this?
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| Or try to make any sense of it?
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| Do these walls we build have any significance?
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| And will summer’s birth bring difference?
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| So here we are now waiting for June
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| I hear that we’re humming different tunes
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| And we’re still at odds in the middle of the afternoon
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| It seems this time will finally be the last time
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| This is how we’ve stayed
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| Over and over games we’ve played
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| Compromise?
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| Not today
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| So over and over is what happens again
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| You complicate and you break down
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| I chew your words while you spit them out
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| We see the same thing but differently
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| Stuck in our separate realities
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| This is how we stay
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| Over and over games we play
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| We could rise or give in
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| But over and over cannot happen again
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| This is how we stay
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| Over and over games we play
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| We will not ever win
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| So over and over and over and over and over and over and over is over |