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We're so loud in this house but we never
Ever speak up. We are crowded in this house
Yet so alone. Why don't I give a clue of what
I feel or what I want to, well, 'cause you have to admit
- that simply wouldn't fit.
Oh, we never drink cheap wine no more. We never lay down
On the floor.
Oh, taste this kiss or just walk away; 'cause I'm done
With loveless days
We go out for little walks - long boring talkless walks,
'Cause we just cannot figure out that perfect thing to
Say. Oh, baby can't you see, it's growing all over the
Tapestry; flowers and sprouts signing - get out.