| 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 |