| You see it all in black and white
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| It’s out of mind and out of sight
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| But everything will only stay the same
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| If we won’t talk about it
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| And we won’t talk about it
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| We won’t talk about
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| All the things we need to most
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| And every time, we’re coming close
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| You pass it off and look the other way
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| So we won’t talk about it
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| We won’t talk about it
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| We won’t talk about it
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| We won’t talk about it
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| We won’t talk about it
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| You see it all in black and white
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| It’s out of mind and out of sight
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| But everything will only stay the same
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| If we won’t talk about it
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| And we won’t talk about it
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| We won’t talk about it
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| «No one can hear me anyway»
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| Well, if you go on talking like that
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| It doesn’t matter what you say
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| You’re so concerned with making it fit
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| Cause if you give it all away
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| Then can you tell me what we have left?
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| No one will hear a word you say
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| If we won’t talk about it
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| So pass it off, it’s out of sight
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| But nothing here is black and white
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| And who’s to say what’s wrong and right for me?
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| If we won’t talk about it
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| We won’t talk about it
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| We won’t talk about it
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| We won’t talk about it
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| We won’t talk about it |