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Where do we go when we go from here |
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Feels like a circle around me while I wait for more |
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Know that I wanna know where I follow you |
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Don't wanna go down the street where you once came from |
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And I wanna know |
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What's the point of doing anything |
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If you'll never notice |
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I would sit and wait for you again |
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A line of boxes in an open field |
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There's a million empty and there's one for real |
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Do you want me to go search in each all of them |
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Or just lay on the grass and act and pretend |
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That's what I wanna know |
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What's the point of doing anything |
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If you'll never notice |
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I would sit and wait for you again |
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What's the point of doing anything |
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If you'll never notice |
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I would sit and wait for you again |
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Then you came to me and you said |
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I was not really sure enough how to feel |
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I pretend like you're not real |
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Then you came to me and you said |
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I was not really sure enough how to feel |
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To pretend like you're not real to me |
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What's the point |
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What's the point |
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What's the point of doing anything |
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If you'll never notice |
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I would sit and wait for you again |
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What's the point of doing anything |
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If you'll never notice |
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I would sit and wait for you again |