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Silence from you is like |
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The death of a tune, oh |
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I have been driven down |
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By those nursery rhymes, oh |
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Am I troubled by youth |
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To be wordless and useless? oh |
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Wordless and you |
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Wordless and you |
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It's been the same forever |
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It's the start of it all |
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A congregation |
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The meaning block |
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Spring and summer |
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When I enter the room |
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I hear the chirp of a lark, oh |
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Mumbling in a whine |
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My own melody line, oh |
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And if I sing to the wall |
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I'd be killing them all, oh |
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Killing them all |
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Killing them all |
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It's the same expression |
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That's been used on them all |
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A slow elation |
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That can warm the flock |
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Let's keep it together |
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Am I just being used |
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When I hear mostly lies? Oh |
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In confusion, I think |
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What a pity to rhyme, oh |
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Smothering my own muse |
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By a telepathy line, oh |
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Telepathy line |
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Telepathy line |
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If we abstain forever |
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We can start the love |
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It's the same in heaven |
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As they fall apart |
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The mind recovers |
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The soul is lost |
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The body's my brother |