Listening, ListeningAnd every hand is framedThat gang of hoursstill call themselves a day.Call it shades and subtleties,Enraged, grey generalities, Whatever?Cause I?ll still call it plain.CHORUSI?d like to get enough to getEnough to get by.String along and wave goodbyeA train will lull any soul to sleep.You?ll wake to find you?re still aloneWith every lie you know.Come with me and waste another hour.REPEAT CHORUSBe my all, my, Be my own.REPEAT CHORUS
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