| Swim forever, in the river
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| Words are weights that drag me under
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| Lies that hold me to the bottom
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| And you don’t care anyway
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| Like a judge caught sleeping
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| No, you don’t care anyway
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| Might as well just hold my tongue
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| It’s nothing you could understand
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| Say it
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| Mean it
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| You don’t know what I’m feeling
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| No one
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| Will ever
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| Not even the preacher can say it right
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| Thinking on my back believing
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| All I’ve ever loved is written
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| But you don’t care anyway
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| Might as well just hold my tongue
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| It’s nothing you could understand
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| Say it
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| Mean it
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| You don’t know what I’m feeling
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| No one
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| Will ever
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| Not even the preacher can say it right
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| All these words I’ve written
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| So much time I’m given
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| You missed it
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| I don’t care, I’m living
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| You don’t have to listen, I mean it
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| I don’t care, I’m living
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| Say it
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| Mean it
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| You don’t know what I’m feeling
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| No one
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| Will ever
|
| Not even the preacher can say it right
|
| Say it
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| Mean it
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| You don’t know what I’m feeling
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| No one
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| Will ever
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| Not even the preacher can say it right |