There is no language in our lungs
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to tell the world just how we feel
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no bridge of thought
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no mental link
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no letting out just what you think
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there is no language in our lungs
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there is no muscle in our tongues
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to tell the world what's in our hearts
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no we're leaving nothing
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just chiselled stones
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no chance to speak before we're bones
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there is no muscle in our tongues
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I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
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I thought I could say what I wanted to say
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For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
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I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
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I felt just like a crusader
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lionheart, a holy land invader
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but nobody can say what they really mean to say and
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the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
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I would have made this instrumental
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but the words got in the way
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there is no language in our...
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there is no language in our lungs
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to tell the world what's in our hearts
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no we're leaving nothing behind
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just chiselled stones
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no chance to speak before we're bones
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there is no language in our lungs.
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No Language In Our Lungs
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| XTC |
