I came to you, and you to me
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And we were tapping on the window of the children when the piggy-bank broke
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Pitching quite a fifth
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But how the makers of the medicine will always say you¡¯re looking sick
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I came to you, and you to me
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And we would wear up to the women washing [?] in the form of white gloves
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But the funny thing was how in in God and his people were dreaming about the wilds to leave
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And all the fingers that we damaged when all we wanted was a diamond ring
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I came to you, and you to me
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And we were barking at the drug dogs, blood-dried-black on their hands
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Never realized,
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You never tussle with a giant till you can hit him right between the eyes
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That no matter how we chose ¡®em we¡¯ll be chocking on the compromised
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(I came to you)
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Cause all the jaws, all the claws, they¡¯re restless by the riverside
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(I came to you)
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(I came to you)
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And it was a muscle and a shadow that was shoving us into the light
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I came to you, and you to me
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And we were snatching out a poor baby¡¯s bottle just to trade it for change
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But now it¡¯s come to pass
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The every eye beneath the mountains saw the smoke and no one heard the blast
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And no one knew the arm was broken, tho everybody signed the cast
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Until the compliment was good she said man I thought you¡¯d never ask
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And when the world wore out their welcome they just booked up for a bag of grass
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But when she cried on the grounds we were sucking all the laughing gas
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And when the hat had left the body not a flag was hanging on us
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U-u-uh
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I came to you, and you to me
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And then we lost our own lovers revolution but then it all started again
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Now we¡¯re one
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One of the parade wailing widows walking home into the setting sun
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One of the soldiers lost, and then dreams and never lose their gun
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One of the wise-men wondered onto the podium without a tongue
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One of the trophies¡¯ corners by the mess we made of being young
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One of the Wrayers, one of the promises swallowed without chewing gum
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One of the deaf ear¡¯s dumber all of the time for all the years of drums
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One of the wide-eyed soap boxes buried under washing time
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One of the bee-cops combing every sidewalk-crack for love
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One of the crowded stars uncounted when the math was done
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One of the weather in the garden left to wonder when the rain will come
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Lovers' Revolution
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