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this is a song with no words |
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but no one can hear the missing |
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they just look at my mouth |
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and look at my mouth and say |
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hey man, i know where you're coming from (yeah.. bullshit!) |
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furniture has no say in life |
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it was made to be used by people |
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how many times have you felt like a bookcase |
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sitting in a living room gathering dust |
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full of thoughts already written? (how 'bout now?) |
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this is a song with no words |
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no one can hear the missing |
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you can see my mouth and see that it's moving |
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i think you already know where i'm coming from |
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right here |
