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The Mute - Radical Face |
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Well as a child I mostly spoke inside my head |
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I had conversations with the clouds the dogs the dead |
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And they thought my broken that my tongue was coated lead |
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But I just couldn't make my words make sense to them |
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If you only listen with your ears I can't get in |
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And I spent my evenings pulling stars out of the sky |
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And I'd arrange them on the lawn where I would lie |
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And in the wind I'd taste the dreams of distant lives |
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And I would dress myself up in them through the night |
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While my folks would sleep in separate beds and wonder why |
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And through them days I was a ghost atop my chair |
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My dad considered me a cross he had to bear |
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And in my head I'd sing apologies and stare |
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As my mom would hang the clothes across the line |
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And she would try to keep the empty from her eyes |
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So then one afternoon I dressed myself alone |
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I packed my pillowcase with everything I owned |
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And in my head I said goodbye then I was gone |
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And I set out on the heels of the unknown |
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So my folks could have a new life of their own |
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So that maybe I could find someone |
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Who could hear the only words that I'd known |
