I mean, how could that be, that you face me and look me straight in the eye and converse like we are old friends, smiling and exchanging banters, yet while you do, you are sharpening your knives and throwing daggers my way.

There’s a monster growing in our heads

Raised up on the wicked things we’ve said

A great divide between us now

Something we should know

There’s something to remember

And something to forget

As long as we remember

There’s something to regret

Something we should know

There’s a mountain higher than we knew

It’s high but such a bitter view

There’s something to remember

And something to forget

As long as we remember

There’s something to regret

A great divide between us now

On different sides of a great divide

-Great Divide, The Cardigans

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