We built a tall, tall tower
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Towards the sun, towards the sun
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Took some words and built a wall
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And called it love, called it love
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And somewhere in all the talking
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The meaning faded out
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Oh, I wonder
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When did it all stop making sense?
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I don't understand
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I remember we were so sure, so innocent
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Oh, but that was then
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Can we ever go back again?
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Can we ever go back?
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You're speaking a dead, dead language
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You don't sound like yourself
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I hope its just lost in translation
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So why don't you show? Don't try to tell
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And brick by brick we started crumbling
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Will I find you when it falls?
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Oh, I wonder
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When did it all stop making sense?
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I don't understand
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I remember we were so sure, so innocent
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Oh, but that was then
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Can we ever go back?
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Don't hold your breath
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Look around
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Try to add it up
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Pin it down
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But you can't
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Oh, I wonder
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When did it all stop making sense?
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I don't understand
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I remember we were so sure, so innocent
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Oh, but that was then
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Can we ever go back again?
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Can we ever go back?
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Speaking A Dead Language
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| Joy Williams |
