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| m. morello c. 2005, new view music no change, she said he begs to differ convincing him otherwise feeding her a head full of compromise giving her his bumper sticker philosophy to make up for apology life's script on strips of paper in his pocket that she can hide in a locket, now sittin' pretty for awhile like leisure's goin' out of style and it's written on my face that there's no room for me and no one to take my place you dumb up my life it's just the way we're wound up how will we wind up? how will we wind up? how will we wind up? how will we wind up? only you know the answer to that question i don't know i give up where is the follow-the-crowd crowd now are they reminiscin' the old days of friday night conquests and stories on saturdays time and time again wastin' wishes on green lights makin' a matching pair of his and hers mays and mights it's written all over my face that there's no room for me and no one to take my place you dumb up my life it's just the way we're wound up how will we wind up? how will we wind up? how will we wind up? how will we wind up? only you know the answer to that question well, i don't know i give up i don't know i give up |