| I tried again to drive myself insane
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| I talk to myself but I don’t listen
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| I found out what I was missing
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| I miss talking in the dark
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| Without you, I’m not conversation
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| Oh, without the sense of the occasion
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| Oh, without you
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| I miss talking in the dark
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| When the barking and the biting are through
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| We can talk like we’re in love
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| Or we can talk above it
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| We can talk and talk
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| Until we talk ourselves out of it
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| I look for the new somebody to abuse
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| I look at myself but it’s so chancy
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| I see things that I don’t fancy
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| I miss talking in the dark
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| Without you, I’m not conversation
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| Oh, without the sense of the occasion
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| Oh, without you
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| I miss talking in the dark |