| They fall to the page with no sound
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| And if you let them sit awhile,
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| Give them time and distance.
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| She won’t hear the rattle in your voice
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| That gives a fool away with no choice
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| Time is all you have tonight
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| Take the time and get this right
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| Your eyes make me humble,
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| I fall down at your feet.
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| Pick me up if I stumble
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| Over words I can not speak.
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| I can’t speak…
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| And so I’m fighting an empty page
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| For the words I’ve got to say
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| The sun brings another day and here I am still reaching
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| I hear the sound of a morning train
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| I watch it waking you up again
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| These things I can’t explain
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| But here I am still speaking…
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| Your eyes make me humble,
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| See, I fall down at your feet.
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| Pick me up if I stumble
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| Over words I can not speak.
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| I just can’t speak…
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| And you say if you doubted me,
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| You would take all that was yours and just go
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| So take what you’ve given me,
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| If these words don’t voice what a heart just knows…
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| Your eyes make me humble,
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| See, I fall down at your feet.
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| Pick me up if I stumble
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| Over words I can not speak.
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| I just can’t speak…
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| Speak… |