Choking on these words
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We stand there like statues from different cities
Both warriors of the same war
Both victors of our territories
Why do I feel so small?
Ooh you´ve got it all figured out
What will be will be

Fine work from a sailor´s hand
Who´s always running away
In between all your complex ideas
Found out how love should be
When you get the time to feel anything
Anything real for me
Ooh you´ve got it all figured out
What will be will be

Fine words from a sailor´s son
Who´s always running away
I don´t want your sympathy
Don´t quote me another phrase
I understand all your philosophies
But it hurts me just the same

Choking on these words
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Oh haven´t heard
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