Quietly thinking to myself
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Sharing half our mind instead of none
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The shakings just begun
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The pleasantries are gone,
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This sad exchange pleased neither one of us
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So we finally gave up
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Meanings tend to give out
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The Time was gone to act out
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this living torture, living torture
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No talking When I want you to Listen
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No talking cos it's Living torture, Living torture
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Don't know why, don't know why, we can't stand aside
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(I don't want your many faces
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we don't see right)
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If I had known back then
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Whatever I know now
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I'd think I'd have answers but I don't know why
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So we finally gave up
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The Meanings tend to give out
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The Time was gone to act out
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But Here I am and I'm still living
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No talking when I want you to listen
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No Talking cos it's Living Torture, Living Torture
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No talking when I want you to listen
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Don't tell me what I'm trying to say to you
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Both of us know
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What it sounds like in my mind
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Now both of us know
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What it sounds It Sound like
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Both of us know
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What it sounds like in my mind
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Now both of us know
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Now both of us know
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No talking when I want you to listen
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No Talking cos it's Living Torture, Living Torture
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No talking when I want you to listen
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Don't tell me what I'm trying to say to you
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Quietly thinking to myself
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This sad exchange pleased neither on of us
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Sad Exchange
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| Finger Eleven |
