| Words fall out of my mouth
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| They drift to the ground
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| And they don't make a sound
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| I'll try to assemble them back
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| To the place in my head
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| But I fear that I lack
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| The proper speak that I need
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| To narrate the scene
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| To tell you these things
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| The proper place for my thoughts
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| I know I'm not and you not that I'm not...
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| So clear and transparent
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| Well I'll try but I can't promise it
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| So dark but delicate
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| Well I'm rough around the edges and
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| You can try to smooth me down
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| But I'm not, no I'm not
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| And you can try to smooth me down
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| But I'm not ready to forget
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| Take back all that I've said
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| I've said it before and I'll say it again
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| It's not like me to pretend
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| But the best part of me is the worst I can give
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| But you make me so terrified
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| I tried to reply but I'm shaking inside
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| You gave me a tongue just to tie
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| I'll swallow my pride if you swear not to lie
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| Hard to read and hard to speak to
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| But don't take my word
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| 'Cause I'm honestly so bored of being
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| Misunderstood
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| I'm not
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| So clear and transparent
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| Well I'll try but I can't promise it
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| So dark but delicate
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| Well I'm rough around the edges and
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| You can try to smooth me down
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| But I'm not, no I'm not
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| And you can try to smooth me down
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| But I'm not ready to forget |