you and I are in the same room
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we both think we're fair
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we both live for truths
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but then how are we to define something so subjective
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living under the same roof
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so here these battles of wills
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they beg for some proof
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of right versus wrong
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your approach seems better than mine
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though it's working for you all I feel is disconnection
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so now it's your (your) religion 'gainst my (my) religion
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my humble opinion 'gainst yours
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this does not feel like love
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it's your (your) conviction 'gainst my (my) conviction
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and I'd like to know what we've seen
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through the lens of love...love...love...love
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and so now your grand assessment is that I'm not in your group that I'm not your kind
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and so we're locked in a stalemate with you in your corner and me dismayed in mine
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repeat chorus
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and this stance keeps us locked in biophilias
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and this lie remains about us being separate
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repeat chorus
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Lens
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Alanis Morissette |