| The song that play, are playing all the wrong tunes,
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| The melodies are lost when played for you,
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| I hear the words, the words that are spoken,
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| Their never sung, your mouth is merely open.
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| You speak but I don’t hear,
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| The words that should be flowing from you,
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| You never make it clear,
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| There’s always something stopping you.
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| I hear your voice even when it’s silent,
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| A given thought is louder when spoken,
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| I move away but your shadow hangs over me,
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| I pray for sun to burn away to agony.
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| You speak but I don’t hear,
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| The words that should be flowing from you,
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| You never make it clear,
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| There’s always something stopping you.
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| You speak but I don’t hear,
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| The words that should be flowing from you,
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| You never make it clear,
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| There’s always something stopping you |