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Diamond seas float velvet ships,
Dead leaves crushed by fingertips,
As callous as my attitude at times,that's when I find
My Pride seems to get in the way
Of things that I would like to say,
That would otherwise come out sounding right, but not tonight,
Because...

Today is a day that I got to get a weigh,
But I paid for a scale with a spring missiní,
You got to talking but you never got to how to listen,
With your answers, you give me your answers.
The hooves of the horse at the head of the hearse
Makes a sound that my mind can't soon erase,
And the faces as the tears are being wiped away...
It's a in here.

You feel sick inside, thinking 'bout a suicide,
I know, but what would it prove? Just 'cos
I'm not gonna run and hide, just because I can't decide
And I don't know what to do when I see you.

Because the signals that you send tend to bend and bob and weave
And never reach your destination quite the way you planned it,
And silence is a language that I'm fluent in,
'Cos practice makes perfect,
And I spend a lot of time by myself.

Unknown, and I'm prone to be passed out at home,
Or alone kicking stones 'til the early morning.
These people come to me and they talk without any warning,
They say something, they feel they've got to say something
. Today is a day that I got to get a weigh,
But I paid for a scale with a spring missin',
You got to talking but you never got to how to listen.
Keep it over there

You feel sick inside, thinking 'bout a suicide
I know, but what would it prove? Just 'cos
I'm not gonna run and hide, just because I can't decide
And I don't know what to do when I see you

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