| Who’s this someone sitting next to me in this house
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| With the same kind of cup in his hands like me
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| Here we are again
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| Drinking each others lack of confidence
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| Not realizing we were never meant
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| Collecting this kind of porcelain for years
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| It’s all unspoken, well we never had the words
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| Sweet silence, bitter turned
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| I’m looking down into my silver spoon
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| The only mirror that is in this room
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| The silence keeps us both alive
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| That’s what we like to think at night
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| Before we try to close our eyes
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| Who’s this someone laying next to me at night
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| With the same kind of shade in his eyes like me
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| Here we are again
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| Drinking each others lack of confidence
|
| Not realizing we were never meant
|
| Sweet silence bitter turned
|
| I’m looking down into my silver spoon
|
| The only mirror that is in this room
|
| The silence keeps us both alive
|
| That’s what we like to think at night
|
| Before we try to close our eyes
|
| Sweet silence bitter turned
|
| I’m looking down into my silver spoon
|
| The only mirror that is in this room |