What are we fighting for
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What am I trying to restore by taking aim at you
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It's not that I need the best
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I want you to see I long to be successfully repressed
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I don't know why we fall
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What are we fighting for
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Why do I always ask for more than this day can provide
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When did I lose your trust
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Why do I choose to justify this dirty little war
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I don't know why we fall
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There was a time when I believed in providence
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Where is that confidence now
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I see the world sideways and I'm falling off again
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Into our rarely-go-round
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What am I waiting for
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Isn't this where we fade to black as you walk out the door
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If I'm so damn sure
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What are these tears I try to cheerfully ignore
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There was a time when I believed in providence
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Where is that confidence now
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I see the world sideways and I'm falling off again
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Into our rarely-go-round
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There was a time when I thought our salvation lied
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In the nights intimate heat
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My anger's contagious my wishes outrageous
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But dreams are my only relief
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I'm revolving, gravity keeps calling
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Falling, into our rarely-go-round
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Into our rarely-go-round
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Into our rarely-go-round
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(What are we fighting for)
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When all the anger's gone
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Who's lost and who has won
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And dare we ask ourselves
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Who are we fighting
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What Are We Fighting For
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| Curt Smith |
