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We are in an age of losing All the mayhem we are choosing To compete in, under jealous sky In the wake of our mistakes I tidy up the mess we've made Find destructions Paint the floor boards white I've stood up in the strongest winds As you try to make amends You're always promising to stay Then you push me to my limit And you ask me for forgiveness Then you push me to my limit On my tiptoes in the kitchen Steal a tiny intermission From the constant jag of push and pull In the distant space of my mind I imagine happier times In the garden full of broad daylight I've stood up in the strongest winds As you try to make amends I'm always promising to stay Then you push me to my limit And you ask me to forgive you Then you push me to my limit From Letras Mania