We talked up all night and came to no conclusion
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We started a fight that ended in silent confusion
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And as we sat stuck you could hear the trash truck
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Making its way through the neighborhood
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Picking up the thrown out different from house to house
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We get to decide what we think is no good
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We're sculpted from youth, the chipping away makes me weary
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And as for the truth it seems like we just pick a theory
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The one that justifies our daily lives
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And backs us with quiver and arrows
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To protect openings cause when the warring begins
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How quickly the wide open narrows
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Into the smallness of our deconstruction of love
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We thought it was changing, but it never was
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It's just the same as it ever was
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A family of foxes came to my yard and dug in
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I looked in a book to see what this could possibly mean
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Cause there is fate in the breeze and signs in the trees
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Possible tragic events
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When forces collide with the damage strewn wide
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And holes blasted straight through the fence
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The sky starts to crash the rain on the roof starts to drumming
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And laid out like cash your take on my list of shortcomings
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The show starts to close, I know how this goes
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The plot a predictable showing
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And though it seems grand it's just one speck of sand
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And back to the hourglass we're going
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Back to the smallness of our deconstruction of love
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We thought it was changing, but it never was
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Our deconstruction of love
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Deconstruction
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| Indigo Girls |
