Summer, Highland Falls - Live at the Bayou, Washington, D.C. - July 1980

This is called Summer, Highland Falls
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 They say that these are not the best of times
 But they're the only times I've ever known
 And I believe there is a time for meditation in cathedrals of our own
 Now I have seen that sad surrender in my lover's eyes
 I can only stand apart and sympathize
 For we are always what our situations hand us
 It's either sadness or euphoria
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 So we'll argue and we'll compromise
 And realize that nothing's ever changed
 For all our mutual experience, our separate conclusions are the same
 Now we are forced to recognize our inhumanity
 Our reason coexists with our insanity
 And though we choose between reality and madness
 It's either sadness or euphoria
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 How thoughtlessly we dissipate our energies
 Perhaps we don't fulfill each other's fantasies
 So we stand upon the ledges of our lives
 With our respective similarities
 It's either sadness or euphoria
 Oh, oh-oh
 Oh-woah-woah