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Conversation |
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I take a deep breath and try to see things straight |
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\'til I can see and wake up again |
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On the rooftop I see another side of me |
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Same old something that\'s changed |
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Yeah it\'s getting colder again |
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Yeah said something I didn\'t really mean it |
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So I tried to think of simething to say |
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But something always gets in the way |
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So tell me what you\'ve gotta say |
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It\'s like conversation |
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Conversation |
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On a Sunday morning, I put on a pedicure |
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Guess it\'s time to move on again |
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Picture of a mild past, with sound that provokes fast |
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Same old something that\'s changed |
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Yeah it\'s getting colder again |
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Yeah said something I didn\'t really mean it |
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So I tried to think of simething to say |
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But something always gets in the way |
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So tell me what you\'ve gotta say |
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It\'s like conversation |
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Conversation |
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Conversation |
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I thought you\'d give me a call |
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You laugh and that makes me cold just a little |
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Into the heartless farewell |
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Wasting when I could just tell and be a little company |
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So I tried to think of simething to say |
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But something always gets in the way |
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So tell me what you\'ve gotta say |
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It\'s like conversation |
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Conversation |
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Conversation... |
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Tell me what you\'ve gatta say |
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It\'s live conversation |
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Conversation... |
