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Skipped a stone and watched it go |
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The arc and then the undertoe |
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Thinking a day is something like a prayer |
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So much to ask you started soft |
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Then the wait of locks come off |
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In the end you just hope someone's there |
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Cuz all these small talk relations |
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No they ain't nothin' for me |
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No nobody here knows the way that I feel |
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There's no one to answer to |
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Just the dark and me and you |
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All the angels standin' round just wishin' |
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For the drag there of your smoke |
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Taste of skin, scent of hope |
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Raise their skirts up when no words are rising |
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CHORUS |
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Small Talk relations |
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I can't hear one thing from you |
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Don't nobody here at all know the way that I feel |
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BRIDGE |
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Workmen in the street below |
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Softly play a radio |
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Hear my static through the traffic |
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Crowd just turns to leave |
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Secret current underneath |
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Cannot be heard above the racket |
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