| Separated by all the work we had to do
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| Separated by all the arguments you lose
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| Separated by all the things you thought you knew
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| Separated by all the words you did not use
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| Separated by the results you can’t disprove
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| Separated by all the answers you could not choose
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| Separated by all the things you thought you knew
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| Separated by all the dreams you drift into
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| You try again your arguments out on me, I try and tell you again
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| But if you wanted to understand me you could
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| If you wanted to hold my hand you would
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| But you don’t want to
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| You’v committed to this wall we sleep against
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| If you can’t bury the silnce of the bruise
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| If you can’t look at the wildness of the wound
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| If you won’t look out the window onto the sea
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| If you can’t carry your pain you will lay it on me
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| To carry for you out in the open fields
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| I bore it by feel
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| In my stupid desire to heal
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| Every rift every cut I feel
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| As though I wield some power here
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| I lay my hands over all your fear
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| This gushing running river here
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| That spills out over these plains
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| Soaking in all this rain
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| Separated by all the work we had to do
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| Separated by all the arguments you lose
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| Separated by all the things you thought you knew
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| Separated by all the words you did not use
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| You don’t really see any problem here, but I do
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| You don’t really have to believe me if you don’t want to
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| Separated by the relief you want to feel
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| Separated by the belief this cut can heal |