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And it begins, I toss and turnBut things can't be much worse.Hurry up and wait, its got me movin' in syncJust by you, and the loaded things we sing.You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.The siren sings, to pull you in,As things are wearing thin.The time it takes, before the rain,Let me introduce myself, my name is Fate.You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.You're gonna miss, gonna miss, gonna miss me someday.You gotta take you're time with things like these,I'll bet you wanted someone to ask her out on a dateFor things that dont exist, They just dont make sense.So much re(something, help.)April 5th, I arise with chapped lipsAnd the babbling nonsense over the TV's dull hissThe events of April 4th align just a little moreThan the infatuated roar of the kids across the streetThough they speak not to me, they go deeper then my worryWith a friend of a friend who at a bar last night told me that they loved meBut it must've been the BacardiSome things seem too good to me. From Letras Mania