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Your answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone
when turning out means turning on
and dial tones lost for all too long
orders placed and then withdrawn
all is just five minutes gone
wires hold up all that's wrong
when it's just us and...
Time won't deal this penance
and try burn look away
sign for small talk session
found with nothing to say
it's no more right
than it's the same
silent tonight
silent to...
Pass the sounds that pass all wrong
until all interest stumbles down
begin the pull of siren's song isn't that what drives us on
and your just here to tag along
trail so far then left alone
answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone
god damn this pace
it's much too slow
it's much too old
it's nearly stalling
it's holding back
it's loosing ground
and giving way
it's tried not true
and can't pursue
we're loosing patience
when palms are read
and forced tongue said
nothing's changed
why should we waste this teenage land
why should we bow for anything

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Your answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone  
when turning out means turning on  
and dial tones lost for all too long  
orders placed and then withdrawn  
all is just five minutes gone  
wires hold up all that's wrong  
when it's just us and...  
Time won't deal this penance  
and try burn look away  
sign for small talk session  
found with nothing to say  
it's no more right  
than it's the same  
silent tonight  
silent to...  
Pass the sounds that pass all wrong  
until all interest stumbles down  
begin the pull of siren's song isn't that what drives us on  
and your just here to tag along  
trail so far then left alone  
answers fall as red lips on the receiver of your telephone  
god damn this pace  
it's much too slow  
it's much too old  
it's nearly stalling  
it's holding back  
it's loosing ground  
and giving way  
it's tried not true  
and can't pursue  
we're loosing patience  
when palms are read  
and forced tongue said  
nothing's changed  
why should we waste this teenage land  
why should we bow for anything

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