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Where we are, probably figured out
There's nothing to talk about
It's all semantic
A wooden house with windows that slide with rope
Might be the antidote for leaving the Midwest
Happiness, oh it's in your mouth
It's consonants and vowels and the words you're choosing
And the phrasing that you're using
Oh it makes all the difference
I can't get in if you don't breathe out
I think too hard and I talk too loud
I love you, I need you
Oh, where we are, probably figured out
There's nothing to talk about
We're in a panic
Oh happiness, oh it's in your mouth
It's consonants and vowels and the words you're choosing
I can't get in if you don't let out
I think too quick and I talk too loud
You want words now, I can enunciate
You've got a response, but it's too late
Carefully constructed, attention to detail
Alright, I give up
The lines on your face are roadmaps to your brain
This is how hunger strikes begin
This is how hunger strikes begin
This is how hunger strikes begin
This is how hunger strikes begin