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I'm just dying to spit out lines
About your friends and broken ties
About holding hands and holding hearts
And living live's so far apart
But if I could I would pull you close
Whisper in your ear all the things i'm too afraid to say
If I speak outloud then I'll be found out
But when we're quite we can hear what "eachother" means
I'm growing old on the inside
Wrought of stupid cliches that I muster in my mind
We're friends in need but no friend I see
"Aren't we all running from this monster of a feeling?"
"A crass upheaving of my head? Like an ache in the back?"
The masses agree that on this day, like most, some would say
We're on the track of coming back and wasting no time
Wasting our time away
About your friends and broken ties
About holding hands and holding hearts
And living live's so far apart
But if I could I would pull you close
Whisper in your ear all the things i'm too afraid to say
If I speak outloud then I'll be found out
But when we're quite we can hear what "eachother" means
I'm growing old on the inside
Wrought of stupid cliches that I muster in my mind
We're friends in need but no friend I see
"Aren't we all running from this monster of a feeling?"
"A crass upheaving of my head? Like an ache in the back?"
The masses agree that on this day, like most, some would say
We're on the track of coming back and wasting no time
Wasting our time away