When the words have finally run out I shall place these hands upon this mouth For talking men are destined to lie So I'd rather be quiet I'd rather be…quiet
Even if it isn't torture I would rather drown than be drowning And if it isn't honest then it isn't worth the breath I'll hold it in instead I'll hold it in…stead
I'll spend the next Year in bed If I can't get My way
They might say I've given in But I've given up and there's a difference And when the words I've lost are found I'll move these hands away and speak them Out
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