During the time of which I speak
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It was hard to turn the other cheek
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To the blows of insecurity
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Feeding the cancer of my intellect
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The blood of love soon neglected
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Lay dying in the strength of its impurity
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Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
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They've all gone and left each other
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In search of fairer weather
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And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
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To the slim chance of love's recovery
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There I am in younger days, star gazing
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Painting picture perfect maps
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Of how my life and love would be
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Not counting the unmarked paths of misdirection
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My compass, faith in love's perfection
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I missed ten million miles of road i should have seen
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Meanwhile our friends we thought were so together
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Left each other one by one on the road to fairer weather
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And we sit here in our storm and drink a toast
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To the slim chance of love's recovery
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Rain soaked and voice choked
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Like silent screaming in a dream
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I search for our absolute distinction
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Not content to bow and bend
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To the whims of culture that swoop like vultures
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Eating us away, eating us away
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Eating us away to our extinction
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Oh how i wish i were a trinity
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So if i lost a part of me
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I'd still have two of the same to live
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But nobody gets a lifetime rehearsal
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As specks of dust we're universal
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To let this love survive
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Would be the greatest gift that we could give
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Tell all the friends who think they're so together
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That these are ghosts and mirages
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All these thoughts of fairer weather
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Though it's storming out I feel safe within the arms
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Of love's discovery
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Love's Recovery
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| Chantal Kreviazuk |
