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I've got words in my mouth |
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to make you stay |
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I've got hands in my pocket |
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to put on yours |
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but my hands remain |
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and I've nothing to offer |
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I shift my weight nervously |
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And you're cross with crossed arms |
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and you look at my feet |
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and your ears are so eager |
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to take on my words |
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when I open my mouth |
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I just breath out |
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and shrug my shoulders |
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and I can hear, I can hear |
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all the words that I could say to you |
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and I can see I can see |
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that I'm falling from your grace |
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but I can't stay I can't stay |
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even though you built a world for me |
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and I can hear, I can hear |
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what others might have said |
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got a rock in my shoe |
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but I can't be bothered |
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and I go to the movies |
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just to be in the dark |
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there were songs in my ears |
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but I can't remember |
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how to sing them |
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and i walk by the trees |
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and they make me shiver |
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it's as if they know |
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that I made you suffer |
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and if you disappear, disappear |
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when I look away |
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and I can hear, I can hear |
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all the words that I could say to you |
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and I can see I can see |
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that the words are falling from your mouth |
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but I can't stay I can't stay |
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even though you built a world for me |
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and you were good, you were good |
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your lip is quivering, mine's not quivering |
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that's not fair that's not right |
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won't you fight me fight me kick me down rightly |
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don't be kind, don't be gentile |
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your face is now a carved stone angel |
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and I can't stay I can't stay |
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our world has been annihilated |
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I can't stay, I can't stay |
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the sun got in my eyes |
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we never did make it to the lake |
