| I know the way you’re standing
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| It’s sweet, I’m in trouble
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| I tried to fade away
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| Melt from the morning faze
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| If I could escape
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| I’m bounded by wait
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| I mustn’t let my thoughts straight again
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| Who wins these little wars?
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| Who are you fighting for?
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| There’s not a song from your mouth
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| Spilling out and shouting louder
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| I can’t hear it very well
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| I feel it down in every sound
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| Never seem but how you felt
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| You ruin everything still
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| It’s not enough to step away
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| I’m bounded till we separate
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| And I mustn’t let my thoughts straight again
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| Who wins these little wars?
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| Who are you fighting for?
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| Who wins these little wars?
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| Who are you fighting for?
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| Rushing race, sting your skin
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| Like an arrow to your origins
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| And I can’t feel you for the blood
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| You always sort it yourself alone
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| And not a drop is ever spilled
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| Showing off now all your skills
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| You see how thick it really is
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| But who wins these little wars?
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| Who are you fighting for?
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| Who wins these little wars?
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| Who are you fighting for?
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| Who are you fighting for?
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| I don’t think I should take this anymore! |