| Won’t you speak what’s on your mind
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| I may be deaf, but I ain’t blind
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| Misery comes right on time
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| While you stand at the station
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| The flesh hangs loosely from your words
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| They beg for change out on the curb
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| With both hands out they have the nerve
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| To ask me for more patience
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| Your silence is a killer’s knife
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| A killer with a lovely wife
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| A bride who threw bouquets of ice
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| That I caught quick as lightening
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| The air is thick and I can’t breathe
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| I wish you were off overseas
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| Instead you’re burning next to me
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| And trying to read my writing
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| A pen has more to say right now
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| Than two kids who are wondering how
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| They got here under toxic clouds
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| Fuck you and your forecast
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| My summer never felt so cold
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| Your winter nights are getting old
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| But legally I can’t let go
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| Once your bedroom door’s latched
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| You’ll have a drag, but you don’t smoke
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| You swim in lies, but you don’t float
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| No, you can’t be blamed and you don’t vote
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| You’re perfect as a train wreck
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| You crawl back in your shattered shell
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| Collecting all your parts that fell
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| Then climb back up to the top shelf
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| You jump and make the same mess
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| I’ve seen the world in broken parts
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| I’ve fallen down, collected scars
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| I have my theory where it starts
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| And you will surely end it
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| The jesters tell you you’re the king
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| The foolish one believes these things
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| Stop looking at your diamond ring
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| And save your sinking friendship
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| One angel on your shoulder sits
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| With broken heart and open wrists
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| She tells you what your problem is
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| She tells you all of mine, too
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| I reached for you and you were gone
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| Like smokey moonlight in the dawn
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| I’ll look back to where I went wrong
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| And I know there I’ll find you
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| And I know there I’ll find you
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| And I know there I’ll find you
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| And I know there I’ll find you
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| Birchwood
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| So won’t you speak what’s on your mind
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| C’mon, I said won’t you speak what’s on your mind
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| Please, won’t you speak what’s on your mind
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| I may be deaf, but I ain’t blind |