| I speculate the quiet nights, how and where your body lies
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| Who owns the knee that clicks into the jigsaw piece that I once knew
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| And I could break the silence but I fear I’ve held you back enough
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| The space exists so time can tell, but so much space becomes a cell
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| It’s been so long since I heard you speak
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| One last click and a long, long bleep
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| Then radio silence, radio silence
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| It’s been too long since you turned that cheek
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| One last kiss on a faceless street
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| Then radio silence, radio silence
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| Your voice is but an echo now, it whispers through my haunted house
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| The burn’s blistered up and healed, the scent of flesh has disappeared
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| The crows have flown and left their shit, I’ve tried to chip away at this
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| But now it’s seems I’m ill prepared, the saddest songs are all I hear
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| It’s been so long since I heard you speak
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| One last click and a long, long bleep
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| Then radio silence, radio silence
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| It’s been too long since you turned that cheek
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| One last kiss on a faceless street
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| And radio silence, radio silence
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| It’s been so long since I heard you speak
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| One last click and a long, long bleep
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| Then radio silence, radio silence
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| It’s been too long since you turned that cheek
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| One last kiss on a faceless street
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| And radio silence, radio silence |