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The Walkmen - Stop Talking lyrics
My hands Come together And I draw in the breath through my teeth Your curt shots Sarcastic remarks Come so often Theyre never sincere Darker amusement sets in Thats the problem Youre saying something and my eyes Open wider And we grin and we stare at the floor Your jokes missed Your hands grow to fists And your lips purse Expecting the worst With every word Thats how it started Thats the problem And after were done I can still feel your eyes on my forehead And after were done I can still feel the pain in my free time |
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