I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore,
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Before you take a swing,
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I wonder
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What are we fighting for?
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When I say out loud,
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I want to get out of this,
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I wonder
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Is there anything
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I'm going to miss,
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(*)
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I wonder how's it going to be,
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When you don't know me,
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How's it going to be,
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When you're sure I'm not there,
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How's it going to be,
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When there is no one there to talk about,
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How's it going to be,
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'Cause I don't care,
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How's it going to be,
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Where we used to laugh,
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There's a shouting match,
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Sharp as a thumbnail scratch,
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A silence I can't ignore,
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Like...
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The hammocks and the doorways we spent time in,
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Swing empty,
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Don't see lightning like last fall
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When it was always about to hit me,
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(*)
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I guess that's how it's going to be
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Want to get back in again
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The soft dive of oblivion
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Hows It Gonna Be
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Third Eye Blind |