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Well come on, and step a little closer |
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Bend your head like you do me a proposal |
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I like it when you read between the lines |
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These little black dots don't lie |
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I say nothing |
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The sun is moving all around |
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Leaving bloodstains on the ground |
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I must run, to bandage its wounds |
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But it's never done |
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And say nothing |
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I'll keep my mouth shut |
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For those who'll listen |
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I'll stare at your shoes they'll keep your feet in prison |
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But alright, there you go |
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You just keep on moving |
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And let me be slow |
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Sometimes I will stare at my ceiling |
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It gives me this warm and retarded feeling |
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Devotion, a physical release of this emotion |
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I will say nothing |
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Little daughter |
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Where do you go |
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I sit here all day watching the slaughter of Godot |
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I like doing this and listen, |
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Observing you and my metabolism |
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I say nothing |
