What you give,
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or give out,
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Is the only thing that really counts.
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Will you stay...here?
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Stay around,
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And we'll both start working this out.
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But it's not just this its everything
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It's so hard to reach and impossible
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To really read when you're talking
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With two tongues in your mouth.
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And I wish you'd quit this mumbling
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underneath your breath it's killing me
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You've not said nothing yet.
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Who's talking now?
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Well I guess I'm starting to doubt.
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Are we lost...here?
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Are you keeping count?
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Or are you gonna just let me down?
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Your heart's not in it, it's every word
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It's plain to see you're still mumbling
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What's underneath, you're so curious
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Well it's two strikes and you're out.
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And I'm tiring of this attitude
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And you fall to pieces like you do
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I can't believe you're still talking
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with two tongues in your mouth
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After all we've been around.
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Will you hear me out?
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You're the only thing that really counts.
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Two Tongues
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The Swell Season |