as performed by Bob Mould
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as interpreted by Matthew Savoie
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Is it a crime, to want to show your soul
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We've wasted our time, another black hole
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This guide is not even lost, not even sure
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Now find the disease or the cure
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Has life lost all its glory and wonder
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Sad tales are told again and again
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Sleep toss and turn my old bed
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What a tale, again and again
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Now all the stories of the world could fit in a building
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In a building high and wide
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Well it's filed under headdings
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That no one's quite sure of
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But Lord knows that everyone tried
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When the pen meets the paper
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When the mind, it begins to stray
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How a sould can lose its will to explain
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Oh explain, again and again
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Day after day, day after day, day after day.
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Oh-- oh-- no no no...
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We all cry once in a while
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It doesn't fit well with your smile
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But then are those tears, are they for real
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Again and again it's how you feel
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If I was losing life, when picked from the ground
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A nice arrangement for the occation
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But when flowers when moved from place to place
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Lose all meaning, dislocation, dislocation
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Mmmmmm oh ah--- no now...
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When a sleepless night
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A flame attempts to spark us all
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We might burn, candle light
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A waste of time, another dead soul
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If these walls around my soul could talk
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The words would lose importance
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Within these walls I hold
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So hear these words
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We all want to leave a mark somewhere
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With those of us who feign to care
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If all fortune its times we find a way
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To build up these walls in time, to build up these walls in time.
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Is it a crime?
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Walls In Time
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Bob Mould |