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THE POLITICS OF TWO 

It was all he had to say, 
it was all he had in mind
But somehow in the spoken thing, 
she never seemed to find
What kind of fragile atmosphere, 
that they were going through
Burning on the fringes, 
of the politics of two

Sometimes in his sorrow, 
he thinks of what might have been
As if even with the thought of it, 
it helps to bring an end
To the dusty silence, 
the curtain made by you
The one we use exclusively, 
in the politics of two

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All she wondered for the moment, 
wasn't when but the how
And why he ever brought her here, 
and what would happen now
For he didn't understand, 
what he could never do 
Was bring her to a happy end, 
from the politics of two

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It's the attitude of the slamming door, 
when all is much too loud
It's the numbing desperation 
of a late night crowd
The brightness of a yesterday, 
turned gray by you-know-who
Just another day tomorrow, 
in the politics of two

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Don't you softly speak of freedom, 
it's never what it seems
Don't you ask for a tomorrow, 
you found in some old dream
It only leads to sorrow, 
in shades of boring blue
The color that we love so much, 
in the politics of two...