| Yesterday was an accident
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| On the street that they held hands
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| They were looking for their hearts
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| They were there from the start
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| Just a little too young then to understand
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| What it’s easy to advance isn’t always made to last
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| Here we are
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| Caught shoveling past the ambivalent somewhere
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| Considered bring her half
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| And he’s trying not to laugh
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| When they can see
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| The rivers blur if humanity tempers with the quiet
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| And all the time they spent
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| Let them chew another end again and again
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| At night in dreams a thousand moons and clear blue rain
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| Sometimes it seems as if we could build a love that’ll free us from pain
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| I know you think that it’s easy to change but it’s a symptom of age
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| Boy tread up to in white in a church house made of glass
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| Play an imaginary part and they knew it from the start
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| Now here we are, barely holding on to a promise of forever
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| We’re lying in the grass on an evening such a task
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| Or maybe we’re just a little too cool not to understand
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| Where reason finds its end, where an open heart begins
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| To love again
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| We don’t move on, when we don’t have to We can go, we understand
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| More life, more vision
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| People seeing what they can |