Your answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone
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When turning out means turning on
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And dial tones lost for all too long
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Orders placed and then withdrawn
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All is just five minutes gone
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Wires hold up all that's wrong
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When it's just us and...
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Time won't deal this penance
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And try burn look away
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Sign for small talk session
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Found with nothing to say
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It's no more right
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Than it's the same
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Silent tonight
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Silent to...
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Pass the sounds that pass all wrong
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Until all interest stumbles down
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Begin the pull of siren's song isn't that what drives us on
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And your just here to tag along
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Trail so far then left alone
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Answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone
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God damn this pace
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It's much too slow
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It's much too old
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It's nearly stalling
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It's holding back
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It's loosing ground
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And giving way
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It's tried not true
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And can't pursue
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We're loosing patience
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When palms are read
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And forced tongue said
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Nothing's changed
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Why should we waste this teenage land
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Why should we bow for anything
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On
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