When we were young
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our words were innocent -
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whiter than snow,
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awkward and slow.
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now when we speak,
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we risk an avalanche.
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but that's not enough now
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to reroute our plans.
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I believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong.
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we'll realize when it's said and done, said and done,
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that in our words we've lost so much more
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than we've ever won.
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the aftermath
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is cracked wood where fences stood
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and the broken bones of our childhood.
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in our trembling fear,
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we put words inside God's mouth.
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we cover our tracks
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and get so proud of ourselves,
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we get so proud of ourselves,
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we get so proud of ourselves
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when we get away.
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I believe that we've got it wrong, got it wrong.
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we'll realize when it's said and done, said and done,
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that in our words we've lost so much more
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than we've ever won.
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it's in our nature to complicate,
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but in the end it's the casualties
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that carry all the weight.
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Unmade
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Sleeping At Last |