| you can doubt anything if you think about it long enough. |
| cause what
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| happened always adjusts to fit what happened after that. |
| and it’s hard to feel
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| like you are free. |
| all you seem to do is referee. |
| i remember when it was just
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| you and me steppin' up to bat. |
| and win or lose, just that we chose, this
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| little war is what kills us. |
| and either or it’s that this war is, maybe also
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| what thrills us. |
| we thought we left possession behind. |
| the truth is i was
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| yours and you weren’t mine. |
| i’ve replayed a thousand times exactly what was
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| said. |
| cause nothing is as it appears. |
| and the fun house mirrors of your fears
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| on a roller coaster of all these years with your hands above your head. |
| and
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| win or lose, just that we chose, this little war is what kills us. |
| and either
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| or it’s that this war is, maybe also what thrills us. |
| and you know i don’t
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| care how fast you run just tell me baby that when you’re done with your little
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| marathon that you still have cab fare home. |
| cause the finish line is a shifty
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| thing and what is life with reckoning? |
| and baby you are still the song i sing
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| to myself when i’m alone. |
| and win or lose just that you chose this little war
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| is what kills you. |
| and either or it’s that this war is, maybe also what
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| thrills you. |