| If it’s part of the plan that we add up in twos
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| Then it comes to a point where you cannot choose
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| With the world at your feet you’re all set to explore
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| But grow weak as you’re there and you don’t know in whose lines to enroll
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| Without a name, a god, a goal
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| You don’t know how you got there or who was there first
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| Were you there just to please her or to quench your thirst?
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| Was it will or an instinct run out of control?
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| 'Cause today everything’s brought back by a picture that you can’t recall:
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| Lovers on a brass bed feeling nothing at all
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| Someone should stand behind to catch the fall
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| At the end of the day you were once just as small
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| And like your father you’ll suddenly find that you’ve grown
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| Today you wake up to take the blame for what can’t be undone
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| And with every step you are hauled back home
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| 'Cause the smallest of lies can turn black with ease
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| What you thought was the cure turned into a disease
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| And you gave her your heart only to help her grow
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| A tumor inside her patiently waiting for the first snow to fall
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| Lovers on a brass bed doing nothing at all |