they say that these are not the best of times
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but they're the only times i've ever known
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and i believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own
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now i have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes
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and i can only stand apart and sympathize
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for we are always what our situations hand us
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it's either sadness or euphoria
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and so we'll argue and we'll compromise
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and realize nothing's ever changed
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for all our mutual experience our separate conclusions are the same
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now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
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reason co-exists with our insanity
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and when we choose between reality and madness
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it's either sadness or euphoria
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how thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies
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perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies
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and as we stand upon the ledges of our lives
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with our respective similarities
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it's either sadness or euphoria
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oh oh oh
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oh oh
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oh oh
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oh oh oh
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summer, highland falls
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Indigo Girls |