[00:14]Waiting in line,
[00:17]passing the time reading four-month old magazines.
[00:26]The pale walls given life by the florescent lights,
[00:32]exposing stains in the carpeting.
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[00:39]And sitting at my side this mockery of life:
[00:44]a plastic plant strictly for tasteless decor.
[00:51]No one makes a sound
[00:54]but the sirens seeping through the space between the door and the floor.
[01:03]Well there's nothing left to say.
[01:07]The word's just collapse into
[01:10]colorful waves in the spectrum of sound
[01:15]and it's easy on the ears
[01:19]and it's nice to hear
[01:22]but it doesn't mean a thing.
[01:28]No it doesn't mean a thing.
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[01:46]The silence breaks
[01:49]like a small earthquake shattering the calm - it's my name.
[01:58]The familiar scent of sterile instruments
[02:03]filters out from inside the hallway.
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[02:10]Your chin falls towards your lap, you know you can't come back
[02:15]Just one more thing to make this a little bit harder.
[02:23]You'll wait for the turn out.
[02:26]Until then a sense of doubt hangs in the air like grief in a funeral parlor.
[02:35]Well there's nothing left to say.
[02:38]The word's just collapse into
[02:41]colorful waves in the spectrum of sound
[02:47]and it's easy on the ears
[02:50]and it's nice to hear
[02:53]but it doesn't mean a thing.
[03:00]No it doesn't mean,
[03:03]No it doesn't mean,
[03:06]No it doesn't mean a thing.
[03:12]
[03:36]So tell me I'm okay with no areas of gray.
[03:43]Tell me I can go, just don't say you don't know,
[03:49]because there's nothing I can't take like these areas of gray,
[03:55]so tell me I'm okay.
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