| We wake up different, rifle through our dreams
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| Another placid day, ripples at the seams
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| Do you think I bow out 'cause I think you’re right?
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| Or 'cause I don’t wanna fight?
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| Do you think I bow out 'cause I think you’re right?
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| Or 'cause I don’t wanna fight?
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| So tangle minded, then so becalmed
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| It’s all so subway grim and then it’s gone
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| Do you think I bow out 'cause I think you’re right?
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| Or 'cause I don’t wanna fight?
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| Do you think I bow out 'cause I think you’re right?
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| Or 'cause I don’t wanna fight?
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| You’re heading for a fight
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| We get so weary, taking fish off hooks
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| It’s not as effortless as it may look
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| Do you think I bow out 'cause I think you’re right?
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| Or 'cause I don’t wanna fight?
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| Do you think I bow out 'cause I think you’re right?
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| Or 'cause I don’t wanna fight?
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| Ah fight
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| We lay down seething, smell our pillows burn
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| Drift off to the place where you’d think we’d learn
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| Do you think I bow out 'cause I think you’re right?
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| Or 'cause I don’t wanna fight?
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| Do you think I bow out 'cause I think you’re right?
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| Or 'cause I don’t wanna fight?
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| Now I’m heading for fight |