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I pretend to walk |
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I pretend to breathe |
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I know you understand |
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You always did |
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You prefer to talk |
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And I pretend to listen |
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Three and counting |
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I'm still waiting |
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I just want to fly |
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The morning sun is shattered |
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The smile is gone |
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Frozen liquid carving stone |
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It's time to close our eyes |
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As we pretend to care |
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I keep still |
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Accrete the silence you don't fill |
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I'm so glad that you can't read my mind |
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We spend a little time |
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Exchanging words and maybe |
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What you'd call emotion |
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But I'm so glad that you can't read my mind |
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I never meant to hurt |
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Still I'm spinning like a |
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Roundabout in motion |
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Deceptive detachment from this world |
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An echo from afar |
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The signal is too weak |
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I know you understand |
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You always did |
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You pretend to bide |
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So I pretend to smile |
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Three and counting |
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I'm still waiting |
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I just want to fly |
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The medium is shaking |
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Your voice is low |
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Melting shadows burning snow |
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It's time to close our eyes |
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Forget what we were told |
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I keep still |
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Embrace the silence you don't fill |
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I'm so glad that you can't read my mind |
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We spend a little time |
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Exchanging words and maybe |
|
What you'd call emotion |
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But I'm so glad that you can't read my mind |
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I never meant to hurt |
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Still I'm spinning like a |
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Roundabout in motion |
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Deceptive detachment from this world |
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The more you want to feel free |
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The deeper your roots need to be |
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I'm so glad that you can't read my mind |
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We spend a little time |
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Exchanging words and maybe |
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What you'd call emotion |
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But I'm so glad that you can't read my mind |
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I never meant to hurt |
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Still I'm spinning like a |
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Roundabout in motion |
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Deceptive detachment from this world |
