But did there ever come a timeWhen things weren't so defined?We've given new namesTo our hopes and our painBut love just gets harder to find
We wrestle with what we think we should sayAnd hang ourselves out in the airBut most of the timeI think you'll findThat we're just pretending to care
And it's a crying shameHow we get so trained
We can't see past our own sad storiesAnd wonder what we're missingWe can't see past our own sad storiesAnd forget how to listen
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