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Indifferent minds seek nothing, |
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They wait to be told |
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They never stop talkin' |
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The way you talk to me |
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You give me the blues |
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I feel like walkin' |
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Expressions that the stories gave |
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Share your thoughts till they walk away |
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Revealing tales of kings and pawns, |
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Tall grass, dragons and mountain songs |
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Break the thread of indifference |
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They'll suck the wind right from your soul |
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To never listen to the voice of memory |
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Is to die waiting for nothing |
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I'd rather kiss the empty blue |
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Than to stand here and waiting forever on you. |
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On a trip in this place called time, |
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Qhere no one lives, no one to find |
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Quiet streams of life gone by |
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Roll down the face of lovers |
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And in the early morning tears |
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We cry |
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Into each other |
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Sew the thread of indifference |
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It rolls on and on and on |
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Never listen to the voice of memory |
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Is to die waiting for nothing |
