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