Well we've lived too long
Much longer than we'd wanted
And we grew so dull
Far duller than thought possible
Yet our maudlin wails
Trail any hint of trauma
For though we've no hope
We're still addicts to drama
Are the depths of our sympathies so endless?
Is there anyone that you couldn't love?
The sad are wretched
And the happy are merely wrong
And you shift your pitch
To match who you'll string along
Demonstrate your love
With a straightedge and compass
And prove our lifelines
Are strictly asymptotic
Are the depths of our sympathies so endless?
Is there anyone that you couldn't love?
Are the depths of your sympathies so endless?
Is there anyone that you couldn't love?
Is the breadth of your empathies limitless?
Is there anyone that you couldn't love?
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