I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore
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Before you take a swing, I wonder what are we fighting for?
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When I say out loud, "I want to get out of this,"
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I wonder, is there anything I'm going to miss?
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I wonder how it's 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¡¯s no one there to talk to between you and me?
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'Cause I don't care
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How's it going to be?
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How's it going to be?
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Where we used to laugh, 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 the hammock by the doorway we spent time in
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Swing's empty
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I don't see lightning like last fall
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when it was always about to hit me
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I wonder how's it going to be when it goes down
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How's it going to be when you're not around?
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How's it going to be when you found out there was nothing
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between you and me?
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'Cause I don't care
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How's it going to be?
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And how's it going to be
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when you don't know me anymore?
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And how's it going to be?
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I wanna get myself back in again
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The soft dive of oblivion¡¦
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I wanna taste the salt of your skin
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The soft dive of oblivion¡¦oblivion
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How's it going to be
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when you don't know me any more?
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How's it going to be?
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How's it going to be?
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How's It Going To Be
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Third Eye Blind |