| Answers seem to change
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| But the question stays the same
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| Did we grow together
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| Or as a deadly tumor
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| Bound to burst all over
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| Our long and winding story
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| No lighthouse in sight
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| And these are troubled waters
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| Strong currents, unseen rocks
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| When your love is deep
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| It will hurt the most
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| And it’s in that depth that all the horrors dwell
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| They never sleep
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| No matter how much you cry
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| It’s always down here where love comes to die
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| Our story was like the trials
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| Of Eurydice and Orpheus
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| But at times it looked more like
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| The betrayal of Jason and Medea
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| There’s never just a single battle
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| In a long and weathered war
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| Some you win
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| And some you lose
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| Too late to pray
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| On judgment day
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| Just full bleed ahead
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| Through this heartbreak hurricane
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| When your love is deep
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| It will hurt the most
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| And it’s in that depth that all the horrors dwell
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| They never sleep
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| No matter how much you cry
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| It’s always down here where love comes to die
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| Time is the cruelest hangman of them all
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| And he gives no quarter
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| During our downfall
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| Tie the rope tight
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| So it will never sever
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| There’s hope to be found, found in this world
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| For the hopeful of us
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| And for all the lovers that still fight
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| When your love is deep
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| It will hurt the most
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| And it’s in that depth that all the horrors dwell
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| Love does not come cheap
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| Sow what you want to reap
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| Don’t tear trust down
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| And you might never drown |