her mother always told her
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she sings just like an angel
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she swears she never left that song behind
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she looks just like the type she
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says she doesn't lie to
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songs are circling her mind
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lies
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are another way
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to close another day
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that she dedicates a song to
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cuz everybody's just looking for something
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to play inside their heads
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and tell them that they're ok
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just a soundtrack to nothing
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to play inside their heads
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and tell them that theyre ok
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she always sings the weekends
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breathing in the deep end
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so she only sees through sunday
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she swallows all that she can take
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from a song that she cant shake
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and a melody that wont stop
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silence
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and a quiet mind
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is all that separates her
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from life she left behind
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Soundtrack to Nothing
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| Berman |
