It sure is quiet around here
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The phone never rings anymore
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So I'll wallow in silence
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And nail my soul to the floor
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'Cause I'm angry and jealous
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And sick and tired of untruth
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And I'm lonely my pride is bruised
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My wheels sink low
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Loves candle burns slow
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If I spread my wings
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Will I ever leave the ground
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All of these painful scenes
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That drag me down
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My wheels turn slow
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Loves candle burns slow
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And now my eyes are dressed in rags
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To hide the scars from what I've seen
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And my fall form grace
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Could it be a lesson to you
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And if I trade my place
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Would it make it better for you
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Sink Low
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