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I tried again to drive myself insane |
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I talk to myself but I don't listen |
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I found out what I was missing |
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I miss talking in the dark |
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Without you I'm not conversation |
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Oh without the sense of the occasion |
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Oh without you |
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I miss talking in the dark |
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When the barking and the biting are through |
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We can talk like we're in love |
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Or we can talk above it |
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We can talk and talk |
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Until we talk ourselves out of it |
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I look for the new somebody to abuse |
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I look at myself but it's so chancy |
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I see things that I don't fancy |
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I miss talking in the dark |
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Without you I'm not conversation |
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Oh without the sense of the occasion |
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Oh without you |
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I miss talking in the dark |
