Rob Thomas, Jay Stanley, Brian Yale, John Goff and Paul Doucette Still don't mean nothin', was written on the concrete The words weren't on my tongue, cause we don't talk about it Day or no evenin', fashion or superman Just little warped people, with little black minds Well I wasn't sure just what to think, say the lights went out, Somebody, somebody swing Don't wanna, don't wanna talk anymore Somebody swing, don't wanna talk no... no What if we're tainted, who can we lie to What if we're dying, would you just walk around it Well I wasn't sure just what to think, say the lights went out, Somebody, somebody swing Chorus: Don't wanna, don't wanna talk anymore Bring boy, can you bring me down Can you swing Don't wanna, don't wanna talk anymore Shut your violence, keep your head down, watch your anger boy, realize you could lose This is violence, look for reason, this don't have to make sense to anybody at all, then everybody, won't you swing No still don't mean nothin', words written all over the concrete All over the concrete, rage gets you out, so you swing Repeat Chorus x2

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