I'm only pretty sure that I can't take anymore, Before you take a swing, I wonder What are we fighting for, When I say out loud, I dont wanna get out of this, I wonder, Is there anything I'm going to miss, How's it going to be, When you don't know me, How's it going to be, When you're sure I'm not there, How's it going to be, When there is no one there to talk to about, 'Between you and me, cause I don't care, How's it going to be, Where we used to laugh, There's a shouting match, Sharp as a thumbnail scratch, A silence I can't ignore, Like . . The hammocks and the doorways we spent time in, Swing empty, don't see lightning like last night when it was always about to hit you, How's it going to be When you don't know me, any more How's it going to be I WANT TO GET MYSELF BACK IN AGAIN, THE SOFT DIVE OF OBLIVION. I WANT TO TASTE THE SALT OF YOURE SKIN, THE SOFT DIVE OF OBLIVION How's it going to be, when you don't know me anymore How's it going to be
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Before you take a swing, I wonder What are we fighting for,
When I say out loud, I dont wanna get out of this, I wonder,
Is there anything I'm going to miss,
How's it going to be, When you don't know me,
How's it going to be, When you're sure I'm not there,
How's it going to be, When there is no one there to talk to about,
'Between you and me, cause I don't care,
How's it going to be,
Where we used to laugh, There's a shouting match,
Sharp as a thumbnail scratch,
A silence I can't ignore,
Like . . The hammocks and the doorways we spent time in, Swing empty,
don't see lightning like last night when it was always about to hit you,
How's it going to be
When you don't know me, any more
How's it going to be
I WANT TO GET MYSELF BACK IN AGAIN,
THE SOFT DIVE OF OBLIVION.
I WANT TO TASTE THE SALT OF YOURE SKIN,
THE SOFT DIVE OF OBLIVION
How's it going to be, when you don't know me anymore
How's it going to be
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