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Your words to me just a whisper |
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Your face is so unclear |
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I try to pay attention |
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Your words just disappear |
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'Cause its always raining in my head |
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Forget all the things I should have said |
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So I speak to you in riddles because |
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My words get in my way. I smoke the |
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whole thing to my head and feel it |
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wash away 'cause i can't take anymore |
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of this, I want to come apart. |
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or dig myself a little hole inside |
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your precious heart |
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'Cause its always raining in my head |
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Forget all the things I should have said |
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I am nothing more than a little boy inside |
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That cries out for attention |
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yet I always try to hide |
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'Cause I talk to you like children, |
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Though I don't know how I feel |
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But I know I'll do the right thing |
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If the right thing is revealed |
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'Cause its always raining in my head |
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Forget all the things I should have said |
