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When I wake up I'm speaking slow. |
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When I get drunk I'm speaking more. |
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Get too drunk & I don't speak at all. |
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Get too close to you & I don't know what to say. |
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The only time I make sense is when I'm talking in my sleep. |
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But there's nobody around to write it down, |
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So it gets lost on my books & pillows. |
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The only time you made sense was when I was talking too. |
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But we had to take turns, one at a time. |
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& when it comes to mine I have no idea what to say. |
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When I'm talking to you. |
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What to say when I'm standing there talking to you. |
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Words that don't relate to one another flowing off our tongues. |
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Fragments, fleeting thoughts get strung together one by one by one. |
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Things we can't relay to one another. |
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Smoke goes in my lungs. |
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I get more from a look than from people when they've spoke or yelled or sung. |
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People talk |
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People talk |
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People talk, but they don't know what to say. |
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What do you say? |
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When it comes to you, you look good in your sleep (what do you say?) |
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When it comes to you, you look good in a heap of images stacked so... electronically. |
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(what do you say?) |
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When it comes to you you look to keep no matter what |
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People talk. |
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People walk. |
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People mock. |
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But they don't know what to say. |
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What to say when I'm talking to you. |
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What to say when I'm standing there talking to you. |
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What to say... |
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What to say... |
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What to say now that I'm standing here talking to you. |