| You’ll hurt yourself trying to smile
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| When there’s still the taste of lament in your mouth
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| You’ll twist a nerve just from the motion
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| It’s an act we don’t have to do
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| I can sit and just be here
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| And not have to be so terribly scared of silent air
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| Just a body in the room
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| The silence is scary, but it’s a joke compared to talking to yourself
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| I’ll sit and just be here
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| And when the dread finally shifts
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| Just enough for you to feel it’s safe to talk again
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| I’ll be an empty vase
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| For you to pour yourself in
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| Or I’ll sit and just be here
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| And not have to be so terribly scared of silent air
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| Just a body in the room
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| The silence is scary, but it’s a joke compared to talking to yourself
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| I’ll sit and just be here
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| I can sit and just be here
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| And not have to be so terribly scared of silent air
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| And if all you’d like is a body in the room
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| The silence is scary, but it’s a joke compared to talking to yourself
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| I’m empty whenever you’re ready
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| Whenever, if ever
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| If you feel like you may want to let me in
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| Whenever, if ever |