| My room is white, the walls
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| And all my appliances, all compliances.
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| I live in silence, my windows
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| Closed to traffic, all that racket.
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| You are the opposite. |
| I could never fit
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| Into your apartment.
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| Are we going to give up or (are) we going to try?
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| Are we going to give up or (are) we going to try to learn what life is?
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| The tide comes in, and we’re caught
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| By the rocks and the wetness neverendless.
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| We kiss for the first time, our lips and tongues
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| Tied in fitness, infiniteness.
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| Then the ocean pulls back somehow,
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| To reveal a crowd of uncertainty.
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| Are we going to live up to the words we said?
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| Are we going to live up to love we made? |
| Made? |
| Made?
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| A house, a garden, a family tree,
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| Fruit aplenty, all varieties.
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| Desire fulfilled, inspired until
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| The awakening from our daydreaming.
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| Here in reality, what we make believe
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| We can make happen.
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| Are we going to give up or are we going to try?
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| Are we going to live up or are we going to die tonight?
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| Are we going to give up or are we going to try?
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| Are we going to give up or are we going to try to learn what life is? |