| I’m not sure of what I’m thinking
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| maybe I think too much
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| swimming round inside my pitchball life
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| not reading all the books
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| I’ll tell you what they say
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| one of them or all of them today
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| and no, she doesnt know the dates
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| she’d never know the weight
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| and I’d really like to see you one last time
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| all this time was wasted on you
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| so burn the lights and breaking pictures is what we’re seeing
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| I didn’t think this would
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| or could ever happen to me at all
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| now that I am the one
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| I’d really rather not be anything
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| anything at all
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| and you will call about the things
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| they dont matter at all, at all, at all
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| you will follow around the things
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| they don’t matter at all, at all, at all
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| and no, she doesnt know the dates
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| she’d never know the weight
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| and I’d really like to see you one last time |