| Donkey talk
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| I can hear the donkey talk
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| Words chained out in a line
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| Loads of reason not much rhyme
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| Finger drumming beats behind
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| Donkey talk most of the time
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| The conversation peters out
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| So you stare down at your shoes
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| Theres not much more to talk about
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| When the silence is confused
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| Then our eyes suddenly meet
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| And we choose to look away
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| Thats just where we are today
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| Theres no sense in hanging round
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| But we stand there all the same
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| You find a verb I pluck a noun
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| As the patience starts to strain
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| Then our words suddenly clash
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| As if theres so much to say
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| Thats just where we are today
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| We used to stay up all night
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| With our eyes all bloodshot and wonky
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| We would hold each other tight
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| And talk the back legs off a donkey
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| But now Im wearing its hat
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| We cant even laugh at that |