| The things you say, to feed the lie you started
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| To break the broken hearted
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| The things you say, to overlook your conscience
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| To spy another offense
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| But you’re getting lonelier each day
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| Because every ear is gone
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| All your words are going nowhere
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| They only fall into the burning flames
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| Heard you blow a lot of smoke now
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| But maybe you’re the only one to blame
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| The things you say, to wage a war for nothing
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| Yeah, yeah it’s always something
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| Someday you’ll bury the dead with words you should’ve said
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| All your words are going nowhere
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| They only fall into the burning flames
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| Heard you blow a lot of smoke now
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| But maybe you’re the only one to blame
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| Oh they are going nowhere
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| Yeah, maybe you’re the only one to blame
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| The things you say, the things you say
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| All your words are going nowhere, nowhere
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| Heard you blow a lot of smoke now
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| Yeah
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| All your words are going nowhere, nowhere
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| They only fall into the burning flames
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| I heard you blow a lot of smoke now
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| But maybe you’re to blame
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| The things you say, the things you say
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| The things you say, the things you say
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| The things you say, the things you say
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| Oh the things you say |