| We talk and talk and talk
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| And if we lose our way
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| A simple change of subject
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| Will take us on our way
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| Words of anger hang between us
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| Like a barbed wire fence
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| Can’t be brushed away
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| Like a barbed wire fence
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| If you don’t speak my language
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| What I’m saying won’t make sense
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| Sometimes we’re tied and tied again
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| Still no progress made
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| Though things may seem better
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| There’s still too much unsaid
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| Cutting words in conversation
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| Like a barbed wire fence
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| Can’t be pushed aside
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| Like a barbed wire fence
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| If you don’t speak my language
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| What I’m saying won’t make sense
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| If you don’t speak my language
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| What I’m saying won’t make sense
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| If you don’t speak my language
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| What I’m saying won’t make sense
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| If you don’t speak my language
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| What I’m saying won’t make sense |