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people call to say hello |
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they call to talk about the weather |
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all the places i don't go |
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they call to talk to me |
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they've got names without a face |
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and they've got faces i don't see |
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from the corners of my mouth |
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i hear your voice come falling down |
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from the corners of my mouth |
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can't hear myself at all |
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all my senses in a know |
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it gets too dark in here |
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that i can't move |
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and i can't feel to touch |
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and there's you standing in my clothes |
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a perfect picture with you on my side |
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i never let it show |
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from the corners of my mouth |
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i hear your voice come falling down |
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from the corners of my mouth |
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can't hear myself at all |
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i can't seem to find my feet |
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my body's shaking and |
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my tongue can't move |
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i turn my head to speak |
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i hear you call my name |
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i hear you calling me |
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on better days |
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on better days |
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from the corners of my mouth |
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i hear your voice come falling down |
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from the corners of my mouth |
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can't hear myself at all |
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from the corners of my mouth |
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i hear your vioce come falling down |
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from the corners of my mouth |
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can't hear myself at all |
