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One says love is tragic, one says miracle One becomes a skeptic, one is vulnerable It? s sad to me how quickly we define What? s wrong with yours is right with mine You think that we could learn to let things slide, just let things slide One side moving closer, one is more obscure One side feeling open, one in overload All the time it takes to build things up And no time flat to de-construct You think that we could learn to give it up, give it up The thin ice that we tread, that? s dangerously set The intentions go falling through And you, I had you in my web Now here I am instead, hanging by a thread I? m caught up in a back and forth of balancing my fear I? ll tell you though for all it? s worth I fell for you, my dear It? s sad to me how quickly we define What is wrong with yours is right with mine You think that we could learn to let things slide, let things slide The thin ice that we tread, that? s dangerously set The intentions go falling through And you, I had you in my web Now here I am instead, hanging by a thread