| Quietly thinking to myself
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| Sharing half our mind instead of none
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| The shakings just begun
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| The pleasantries are gone,
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| This sad exchange pleased neither one of us So we finally gave up Meanings tend to give out
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| The Time was gone to act out
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| this living torture, living torture
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| No talking When I want you to Listen
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| No talking cos it’s Living torture, Living torture
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| Don’t know why, don’t know why, we can’t stand aside
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| (I don’t want your many faces
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| we don’t see right)
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| If I had known back then
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| Whatever I know now
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| I’d think I’d have answers but I don’t know why
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| So we finally gave up The Meanings tend to give out
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| The Time was gone to act out
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| But Here I am and I’m still living
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| No talking when I want you to listen
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| No Talking cos it’s Living Torture, Living Torture
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| No talking when I want you to listen
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| Don’t tell me what I’m trying to say to you
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| Both of us know
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| What it sounds like in my mind
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| Now both of us know
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| What it sounds It Sound like
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| Both of us know
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| What it sounds like in my mind
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| Now both of us know
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| Now both of us know
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| No talking when I want you to listen
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| No Talking cos it’s Living Torture, Living Torture
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| No talking when I want you to listen
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| Don’t tell me what I’m trying to say to you
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| Quietly thinking to myself
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| This sad exchange pleased neither on of us |