This is like pulling teeth
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Said the man with the gap-toothed smile
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Upon decline.
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So the silence seeped into
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An impatient line
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Of returns and exchanges
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And the silence brewed
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Like a storm
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As they brooded over their misfortunes...
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Some things you can't take
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We're all ashamed
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We share a common weakness:
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We're all afraid
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Of a pointless existence.
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Still the silence grows,
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A crushed no, deafening
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Stillness, sometimes you just can't speak
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Or much less repeat
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To your lover
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Or your mirror.
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Cause such simple words
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Can leave us crushed
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As we deny that life is one big mistake
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It can't be ___
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____
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We're all ashamed
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Of our life ___
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We've been declined
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We shouldn't have tried.
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To fake such existence
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Returns And Exchanges
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