Deviants
Broadcast
Nothing can mend
The distence to this room
As life passes us by
While we stand aside
From what means the most
To our hearts
We stand aside
We're all deviants in this world
So much room for true passion
Left unoccupied
This distance building us up
Trying to encourage our history
We stand aside
From everything
we have left behind
Everything you hold on to
As I walked through these storms
Every word you said left it's mark
We have had this talk so many times
It has left my tounge dry
It's time to go back
to what we've lost
and rebuild it again
This will not be
the last time we will
have to trust each other again
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