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You can doubt anything |
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If you think about it long enough |
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Cuz what happened always adjusts to fit |
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What happened after that |
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And it's hard to feel like you are free |
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When all you seem to do is referee |
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Remember when it was just you and me |
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Steppin' up to bat? |
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And win or lose |
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Just that you choose this little war |
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Is what kills you |
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And either/or it's that this war |
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Is maybe also what thrills you |
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We thought we left possession behind |
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But truth is i was yours and you were mine |
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And now i've replayed a thousand times |
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Exactly what was said |
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Cuz nothing is as it appears |
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In the funhouse mirrors of your fears |
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On the roller coaster of all these years |
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With your hands above your head |
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And win or lose |
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Just that you choose this little war |
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Is what kills you |
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And either/or it's that this war |
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Is maybe also what thrills you |
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I don't care how fast you run |
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Just tell me, baby, that when you're done |
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With your little marathon |
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You still got cab fare home |
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Cuz the finish line is a shifty thing |
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And what is life but reckoning |
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And, you know |
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You are still the song i sing |
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To myself |
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When i'm alone |
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And win or lose just that we choose |
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This little war is what kills us |
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And either/or it's that this war |
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Is maybe also what thrills us |
