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Your answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone |
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When turning out means turning on |
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And dial tones lost for all too long |
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Orders placed and then withdrawn |
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All is just five minutes gone |
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Wires hold up all that's wrong |
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When it's just us and... |
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Time won't deal this penance |
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And try burn look away |
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Sign for small talk session |
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Found with nothing to say |
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It's no more right |
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Than it's the same |
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Silent tonight |
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Silent to... |
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Pass the sounds that pass all wrong |
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Until all interest stumbles down |
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Begin the pull of siren's song isn't that what drives us on |
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And your just here to tag along |
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Trail so far then left alone |
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Answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone |
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God damn this pace |
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It's much too slow |
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It's much too old |
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It's nearly stalling |
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It's holding back |
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It's loosing ground |
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And giving way |
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It's tried not true |
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And can't pursue |
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We're loosing patience |
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When palms are read |
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And forced tongue said |
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Nothing's changed |
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Why should we waste this teenage land |
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Why should we bow for anything |
