| We are in an age of losing
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| All the mayhem we are choosing
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| To compete in, under jealous sky
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| In the wake of our mistakes
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| I tidy up the mess we made
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| Find distractions
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| Paint the floor boards white
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| I’ve stood up in the strongest winds
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| As you try to make amends
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| You’re always promising to stay
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| Then you push me to my limit
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| And you ask me for forgiveness
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| Then you push me to my limit
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| On my tiptoes in the kitchen
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| Steal a tiny intermission
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| From the constant jag of push and pull
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| In the distant space of my mind
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| I imagine happier times
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| In the garden full of broad daylight
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| I’ve stood up in the strongest winds
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| As you try to make amends
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| I’m always promising to stay
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| Then you push me to my limit
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| And you ask me to forgive you
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| Then you push me to my limit |