| Nobody’s listening
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Straining our lungs to be heard
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Losing our way in these words
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| I spill word after word like blood down a shirt
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| Tarnished and stained forever but you
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| You only heard the words not the hurt
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| An absence of pain
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| They don’t mean a thing
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| They don’t mean a thing
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Straining our lungs to be heard
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Losing our way in these words
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| I taste every mistake each morning I wake
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| A breathtaking blur of colour but I
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| I’m crystal clear and all you hold dear
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| Locked to your chest
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| It means that I’m desperate for the permanence
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| (To wash away indifference)
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| Is there not some equivalence
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| (To pacify the pain)
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| Crying in unwelcome ears
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| (Swallowed into perfect fears)
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| What’s the use in firing flares
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| (If they don’t mean a thing)
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| (They don’t mean a thing)
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Straining our lungs to be heard
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Nobody’s listening
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| Losing our way in these words
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| Am I awake, or am I asleep
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| Is this the end, or just another dream
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| How can you tell, when you can’t feel
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| What can’t be seen, but oh my god is it real
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| Because I don’t need you to see this
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| And I don’t want you to feel this
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| But I only have so much spark to offer in all this darkness
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| And I screamed for you until the day I gave up and lost my voice
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| So with crimson arms and this broken neck
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| You fucking tell me who made this choice!
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| This is the end
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| This is the end
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| This is the end
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| This is the end
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| (Nobody's listening)
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| (Nobody's listening)
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| This is the end
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| This is the end
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| (Nobody's listening)
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| (Nobody's listening)
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| This is the end!
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| This is the end! |