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It's not always set out in
black and white.
Sitting here trying
figure out what's
wrong or right.

Funny how the small things
change the way I feel.
I get a feeling what I'm standing
looking in your eyes.

I can't move I can't breathe
I'm paralaysed
I don't thing did I will ever be
the same again.
Thinking about the things
I should have said
so many words
running through my head
and I know.

When the minute's turn the hours and the hours turn to days
When your voice feels like
breaking from the words you couldn't say.

Won't you just talk to me, talk to me
tell how you feel.
Just talk to me, talk to me
say something real.
Talk to me.

Talk to me.

Talking to you is like talking to a photograph.
Don't say a word, just there frozen in the past.
I'd give everything to hear
you say anything at all.

But you're a closed book,
I just want to read you now,
take the words from the page read them out loud.
All I want to know if you feel the way I feel.

Thinking about the things
I should have said so many words
running through my head and I know.

When the minute's turn the hours and the hours turn to days
When your voice feels like
breaking from the words you couldn't say.

Won't you just talk to me, talk to me
tell how you feel.
Just talk to me, talk to me
say something real.
Talk to me.

What have I got to do.
Why won't you let the words slip out.
I know they hurt but I need to know.

Talk to me, talk to me
tell me how you feel.
Talk to, talk to me
saying something real.

When the minute's turn the hours and the hours turn to days
When your voice feels like
breaking from the words you couldn't say.

Just talk to me, talk to me
tell how you feel.
Talk to,talk to me
saying something real.
Talk to me.

Talk to me.

Talk to me.

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