| I’ve been suffocating all night
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| Too much of nothing made me get uptight
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| And I get this for my shot nerves
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| And say it’s this that you deserve
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| Do you wanna live in a soft shell
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| Or knuckle under the hard sell?
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| And when your arms still crave their fill
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| But when you’re ashamed you want your twenty dollar bill
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| Dead air
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| Don’t let it be spoken
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| A record’s broken
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| Skipping until it wears away
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| Here in this
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| Dead air
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| And you never say nothing
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| Dead air between you and me
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| I’ve been suffocating all night
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| Too much of nothing made me get uptight
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| You’re in a rut with your hard-on
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| «It'd take no guts to be a Don Juan»
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| To go around brooding and tight
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| When you got no reason for brooding
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| You’ve become completely sick
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| You don’t give a shit
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| You just wanna forget
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| Dead air
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| Don’t let it be spoken
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| A record’s broken
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| Skipping until it wears away
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| Here in this
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| Dead air
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| And you never say nothing
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| Dead air between you and me
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| I’ve been brooding all night
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| I got no reason for brooding
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| I don’t know what I’m doing
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| I keep trying to speak out loud
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| Dead air
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| Dead air between you and me
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| Dead air
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| Dead air between you and me
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| Dead air between you and me
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| Dead air between you and me |