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Waiting in line, |
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passing the time reading four-month old magazines. |
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The pale walls given life by the florescent lights, |
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exposing stains in the carpeting. |
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And sitting at my side this mockery of life: |
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a plastic plant strictly for tasteless decor. |
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No one makes a sound |
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but the sirens seeping through the space between the door and the floor. |
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Well there's nothing left to say. |
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The word's just collapse into |
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colorful waves in the spectrum of sound |
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and it's easy on the ears |
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and it's nice to hear |
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but it doesn't mean a thing. |
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No it doesn't mean a thing. |
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The silence breaks |
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like a small earthquake shattering the calm - it's my name. |
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The familiar scent of sterile instruments |
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filters out from inside the hallway. |
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Your chin falls towards your lap, you know you can't come back |
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Just one more thing to make this a little bit harder. |
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You'll wait for the turn out. |
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Until then a sense of doubt hangs in the air like grief in a funeral parlor. |
| [02:35] |
Well there's nothing left to say. |
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The word's just collapse into |
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colorful waves in the spectrum of sound |
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and it's easy on the ears |
| [02:50] |
and it's nice to hear |
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but it doesn't mean a thing. |
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No it doesn't mean, |
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No it doesn't mean, |
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No it doesn't mean a thing. |
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So tell me I'm okay with no areas of gray. |
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Tell me I can go, just don't say you don't know, |
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because there's nothing I can't take like these areas of gray, |
| [03:55] |
so tell me I'm okay. |
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