(Bachman/Cummings)
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Can I be somewhere when I'm nowhere
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Gaze through a diabetic eye
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Can I put down the right to be put down
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And never known the right to try
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I'd leave and take my pride with me
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And find something I could carry it in
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But all that breaks the stillness here
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Is the sound of a dropping pin.
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From the silence
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Deep within
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Comes the sound
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The sound of a dropping pin.
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From the silence
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Deep within
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Yeah, deep deep within
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Comes the sound
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The sound of a dropping pin.
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Can I be something when I'm nothing
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Build my hopes and dreams too high
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I've searched too long for all the answers
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Let alone the right to try
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To think that you can take it with you
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Is the one unforgiveable sin
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But all that breaks the stillness now
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Is the sound of a dropping pin.
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From the silence
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Deep within
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Comes the sound
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The sound of a dropping pin.
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From the silence
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Deep within
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Yeah, deep deep within
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Comes the sound
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The sound of a dropping pin
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Of a Dropping Pin
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| The Guess Who |
