A line of boxes in an open field
There's a million empty and there's one for real
Do you want me to go search in each all of them
Or just lay on the grass and act and pretend
That's what I wanna know
What's the point of doing anything
If you'll never notice
I would sit and wait for you again
What's the point of doing anything
If you'll never notice
I would sit and wait for you again.
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