The flowers have wilted on the sill
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And words have been kept so small and still
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And yet if the great opinion speaks
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Then sadly we nod our heads and agree
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Barely a mention of your name
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On deaf ears a distant whisper
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Whatever, no one gets it
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It's already overdue you will not be heard by many now
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But I'll always be amazed by every sound your ever made
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While building a tolerance to them
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You made sorrow sound like a good friend
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The well where the poison pen was drawn
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The same place you trusted then but was gone
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Enemies battled in your mind
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Until all the blood shed leaked down
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Dried up and rusted the fight
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It's already overdue you will not be heard by many now
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But I'll always be amazed by every sound you ever made
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And since I did not know you, I can only say but a few words
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Too bad they won't hear your song that I've been singing all alone
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Overdue
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No Use For A Name |