| It’s a crying shame
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| The way we fall apart
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| Love’s no fitting game
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| For he who’s meek of heart
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| We fan the dying flame
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| With tender loving words
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| Too gentle
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| Too gentle to be heard
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| The silence it will beat you to the ground
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| Will eat you up inside… no living sound
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| Could ever cause you pain as bad as this…
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| I am lying low
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| To see if I can find
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| A way of letting go
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| Of you… but keep my mind
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| I am trying so
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| To deal with the absurd
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| But can’t find… can't find the words
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| The silence it will beat you to the ground
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| Will eat you up inside… no living sound
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| Could ever cause you pain as bad as this…
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| No roll of drums
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| But silence comes
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| To take your place
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| And fill the empty space
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| You left to me
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| The silence it will beat you to the ground
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| Will eat you up inside… no living sound
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| Could ever cause you pain as bad as this… |