still don? mean nothin
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was written on the concrete
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the words weren? on my tongue
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so we don? talk about it
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day nor evenin, fashion or superman
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just little warped people, with little black minds
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CHORUS:
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well I wasn? sure just what to think
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say the lights went out
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somebody, somebody swing
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don? wanna, don? wanna talk anymore
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somebody swing, don? wanna talk no..no
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what if we?e tainted
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who can we lie to
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what if we?e dying
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would you just walk around it
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(CHORUS)
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set your balance, keep your head down,
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watch your anger boy, realize you could know
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this is balance, look for reason,
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this don? have to make sense to anybody at all
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then everybody, won? you swing
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no still don? mean nothin
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words written all over the concrete
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all over the concrete
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rage gets you out, so you swing
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Swing
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| Matchbox 20 |
