| I know the pieces fit
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| 'Cause I watched them fall away
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| Mildewed and smoldering
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| Fundamental differing
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| Pure intention juxtaposed
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| Will set two lovers' souls in motion
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| Disintegrating as it goes
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| Testing our communication
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| The light that fueled our fire then
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| Has burned a hole between us so
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| We cannot seem to reach an end
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| Crippling our communication
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| I know the pieces fit
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| 'Cause I watched them tumble down
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| No fault, none to blame
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| It doesn’t mean I don’t desire
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| To point the finger, blame the other
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| Watch the temple topple over
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| To bring the pieces back together
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| Rediscover communication
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| The poetry that comes from the squaring off between
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| And the circling is worth it
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| Finding beauty in the dissonance
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| There was a time that the pieces fit
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| But I watched them fall away
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| Mildewed and smoldering
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| Strangled by our coveting
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| I’ve done the math enough to know
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| The dangers of our second guessing
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| Doomed to crumble unless we grow
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| And strengthen our communication
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| Cold silence has a tendency to
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| Atrophy any sense of compassion
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| Between supposed lovers
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| Between supposed lovers
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| I know the pieces fit
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| I know the pieces fit
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| I know the pieces fit
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| I know the pieces fit
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| I know the pieces fit
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| I know the pieces fit
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| I know the pieces fit
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| I know the pieces fit |