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Quietly thinking to myself |
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Sharing half our mind instead of none |
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The shaking's just begun |
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The pleasantries are gone, |
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This sad exchange pleased neither one of us |
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So we finally gave up |
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The meanings tend to give out |
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The Time was gone to act out |
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this living torture, living torture |
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No talking When I want you to Listen |
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No talking cuz' it's Living torture, Living torture |
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Don't know why, don't know why, we can't stand aside |
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There are all too many faces, we dont see right |
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If I had known back then |
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Whatever I know now |
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I'd think I'd have answers but I don't know why |
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So we finally gave up |
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The Meanings tend to give out |
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The Time was gone to act out |
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But Here I am and I'm still living |
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No talking when I want you to listen |
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No Talking cuz' it's Living Torture, Living Torture |
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No talking when I want you to listen |
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Don't tell me what I'm trying to say to you |
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Both of us know |
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What it sounds like in my mind |
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Now both of us know |
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What it sounds It Sounds like |
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Both of us know |
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What it sounds like in my mind |
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Now both of us know |
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Now both of us know |
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No talking when I want you to listen |
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No Talking cuz' it's Living Torture, Living Torture |
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No talking when I want you to listen |
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Don't tell me what I'm trying to say to you |
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Quietly thinking to myself |
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This sad exchange pleased neither one of us |
