Cassandra, keep it down,
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I don't think they can hear you now,
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Don't think they heard you first time round,
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No they can't hear you, no Cassandra,
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Cassandra, it won't make sense-
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Not if you think and think again,
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Although they do say life is forgiving,
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And ends are partnered with beginnings.
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And daily, you saw it come,
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And you gave warning, but couldn't run.
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And so you watched 'til it was broken,
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And knew that foresight delays no motion.
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I know it's awful, I know it's bruising,
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I know you can't see past the conclusion,
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But still the world turns upon its axis,
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And we make circles, so we can match it,
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And read our lines, though we've had no practice.
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Cassandra, keep it down
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I don't think they can hear you now,
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Don't think they hear you first time round,
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No they can't hear you, there's no answer,
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And maybe, there's something great
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That gives us meaning, if we wait,
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But still I'm human, and broken hearted,
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To see your sundress, and your sunglasses,
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And hear your question, and how you ask it-
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"What use is love, if it always passes?"
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"What use is love, if it always passes?"
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And though they do say life is forgiving,
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What use is life to those who aren't living?
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And though they do say life is forgiving,
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What use is life to those who aren't living?
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Cassandra
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| Emmy the Great & Tim Wheeler |
