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So what if I'm no baby bird hanging upon your every word?

/straight faced with misery tonight

It don't do me any good
It's just a waste of time
What use is it to you
What's on my mind
If it ain't coming out
We're not going anywhere
So why can't I just tell you that I care

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What's wrong with my tongue
These words keep slipping away
I stutter, I stumble
Like I've got nothing to say

Guess, I'm wishing my life away with these things I'll never say.

I'm listening for once. It's the things you said.