Words can never justify
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That I have never spoken
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Communication broken
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I try to understand
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My wordless, little language
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Is all you'll ever need
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To reach the bottom of my basement
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She'll guide you through her midnight hall
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And offer you a place on the
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Gallery wall
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Perhaps you'll hear 'bout our history
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She quotes from texts on papyrus
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You gladly follow when she takes
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Your hand and lead you further down
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The corridor
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You peeled the fruit but threw away
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The stones
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did it taste sweet?
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Basement Corridors
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| In the Woods |
