| Sometimes it’s all too much to say aloud
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| The sound’s a shroud
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| The meanings crowd
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| Sometimes the words are painful to the ear
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| They disappear and nothing’s clear
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| ‘Til all that’s left to me are aftertones
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| I take them home
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| We live alone
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| But I remember chains of melody
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| It pleases me — this song’s for free
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| Within the memories of our life gone by
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| Afraid to die, we learn to lie
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| And measure out the time in coffee spoons
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| In fading suns and dying moons
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| ‘Til all that’s left to see are aftertones
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| And no one knows
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| Where meaning goes
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| But i remember chains of melody
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| It pleases me — this song’s for free
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| And ooh, I like the sound
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| Of harmony from time to time
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| I really do believe
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| In some kind of tomorrow
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| When it speaks to me |