(Verse)
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Just say that I'm the man under
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'Cause understatement at its worst
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I was completely incapacitated
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By your southern charm
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It hit me like an ancient gipsy curse
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But this instrument used was such precision
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It's like a concrete wall
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A thousand meters tall
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And I'm trying to climb the dicy walls a million times
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But I simply cannot find inside of me
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The requisite press on
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(Chorus)
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Your silence is a weapon
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It's like a nuclear bomb
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It's like the age and orangely used
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To use in Vietnam
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It's a company by an apathy
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It's deafening through the years
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You know it is complete and perfect
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And you wield it without fears
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(Verse)
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It isn't complicated you just don't care
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You attack me by not saying anything
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You say that you don't bring your anger to me
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But it poisons every fiber of your being
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Now you started something that you cannot fetch
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And left us standing in the wreckage of my own
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And the one thing that brings me in the comfort
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Is the knowledge is that no matter who you're with
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You'll always be alone
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(Chorus) x2
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Your silence is a weapon
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It's like a nuclear bomb
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It's like the age and orangely used
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To use in Vietnam
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It's a company by an apathy
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It's deafening through the years
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You know it is complete and perfect
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And you wield it without fears
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Vietnam
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John Grant |