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The little conversation, well is over very soon |
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And I watch in admiration from my corner of the room |
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And they shine on you with starry eyes and they rain a friendly storm |
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They're like kids around a |
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Christmas tree |
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And then you smile all nice and warm |
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These little conversations if |
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I tried my very best |
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You know I never could say anything in twenty words or less |
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Somewhere, sometime, down the line |
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Someday I may confess and tell you all, well that's all |
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The little conversations well on me are very rough |
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Well they leave me all in pieces as you know there's never time enough |
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It's like a book with missing pages, a story incomplete |
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It's like a painting left unfinished |
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It feels like not enough to eat, starvin' |
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You know these little conversations, well for me they'll never do |
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Now what am |
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I supposed to do with broken sentences of you? |
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I'll stay in my corner 'cause that's all that |
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I can doLet the others speak for me |
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Little conversations are we? |
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Are we? Are we? |
