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