| In a pearl grey room one afternoon
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| In one afternoon what are you going to do?
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| I hang on your words but there’s nothing new
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| You took a beautiful thing
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| Pull off a wing, pull off a wing
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| A safety pin
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| They never shine quite as bright again
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| But you haven’t told me anything
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| That I didn’t already know
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| No you haven’t said a single thing
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| That I didn’t already know
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| Everything I love is stuck in the mud
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| Stuck in the mud, stuck in a rut
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| Not a piece in your puzzle or a paper cut
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| So same time next week
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| A kiss on the cheek, kiss on the cheek
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| And say after me Everything’s tied up nice and neat
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| But you haven’t told me anything
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| That I didn’t already know
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| No you haven’t sold me anything
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| That I didn’t already own
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| I feel for you
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| I really do Nothing turns out
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| like you want it too
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| No words can mend
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| This fix I’m in Hearing those words
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| That I’ll never play
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| Right between the eyes
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| I don’t feel a thing
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| But you haven’t told me anything
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| That I didn’t already know
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| No you haven’t said a single thing
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| That I didn’t already know
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| No you haven’t told me anything
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| No you haven’t told me anything
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| No you haven’t told me anything
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| No you haven’t told me anything |