So what if I can't blow a whistle when I see you're drying your hair
So what if I can't sing like McCartney out of despair
So what if I can't built a Taj for a memoir
We still can hold each other from the world's be.
So what if we can't feel each other
So what if all we connect is not real
So what if real is not real anymore
Who draws the line, and who decides it there?
So what if I can't carry you in my arms
So what if we can't share sundaes in barns
So what if we can't fight with those alarms
Who rings the bell and who hears it anyway?
So what if there're still work to be done
So what if there're margins to erase
So what if the plum's never tasted..
Who told love had had to be realized?
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