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I buried my head in the sand |
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There's no use in us making plans |
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if there's breath in my lungs |
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I'm keeping myself to myself |
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Still gathering dust on that shelf |
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It was breath my lungs |
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And there's war to be won |
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.. |
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And this doesn't matter to me |
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as long as I know I'll still breath |
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if there's breath in my lungs |
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Then there's wars to be won |
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I'm buried my neck in the sand |
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There's no use in us making plans |
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if there's breath in my lungs |
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Been keeping myself to myself |
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still gathering dust on that shelf |
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because I'll still be that boy |
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the boy in the backseat |
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.. |
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And this doesn't matter to me |
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as long as I know I'll still breath |
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if there's breath in my lungs |
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Are you happy? |
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Are you back at your home? |
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... |
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.. all I control |
