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Oh, the mouths of the best poets

Speak but a few words

And then lay down

Stony cold in forgotten fields

Life goes on in this ant-farm town

Cold to the lifeblood underfoot

All talk and no touch

Just wanna be real

I just wanna be real

Oh, the colors here are monochrome

Studies in one shade of grey

The good times and the hard times

Cut from the same grey cloth

And all the fires that crackle here

Consume but do not burn

All light and no heat

I just wanna get warm

I just wanna get warm

Oh, the days they rattle past me

Like a tunnel round a train

Landscapes, heartaches

I don't know what I feel

All I know is my condition

Is much worse than I can tell

Small talk, slow burn

I just wanna be healed

I just wanna get well

I just wanna, I just wanna
I just wanna be warm
I just wanna, I just wanna
I just wanna be warm

There are things I should remember

But I have forgotten how

All tied up with no time

And trying to do too much

And the thoughts that I've avoided

Are the ones I need right now

Like a warm wind, love's hand

I just wanna be touched

I just wanna be touched

I just wanna be real

I just wanna be well

I just wanna be healed

I just wanna be warm

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