No sounds yet echoes in the room.
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Loud voices telling lies to their own truth.
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Here's something for you to write down in your journal.
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(Never wanted to be something picturesque).
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Here's nothing for you to write down in your journal.
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(Never wanted to be something miniscule).
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Carry on you're a deaf man you can never believe just what you hear.
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(Speaking where there's no words).
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Carry on you're a blind man you can never believe just what you see.
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(Speaking where there's no words).
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Am I a documentary.
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I must be a documentary.
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Fly fishing across the rivers of Colorado.
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Say mother do you think that I'm a man yet.
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(Never wanted to be something picturesque).
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Say father do you think that I'm a man.
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(Never wanted to be something miniscule)
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The Absent Sounds Of Me
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| Dear Ephesus |
