Silence (and such a crowd) |
Even when there is nothing left but silence |
I often see the loving in your eyes |
Sometimes happy, sometime tearful |
Never tiring, full of life |
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I see the same among so many people |
Their silence helps me understand |
Sometimes happy, sometimes tearful |
Making me what I am |
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I'm living in a time that slowly goes by |
I need to feel alive, but I don't know why |
And sometimes in my mind, I never know when to laugh or cry |
Now and then I feel as if I'm living in a dream |
Now and then I feel as if I'm living in a dream |
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Even when there is nothing left but silence |
I always seem to find the words to say |
Sometimes happy, sometime tearful |
No two words can mean the same |
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I hear what's said among so many people |
Their silence can be heard in many ways |
Sometimes happy, sometimes tearful |
Every story is here to stay |
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I'm living in a time that slowly goes by |
I need to feel alive, but I don't know why |
And sometimes in my mind, I never know when to laugh or cry |
Now and then I feel as if I'm living in a dream |
Now and then I feel as if I'm living in a dream |
|
I'm living in a time that slowly goes by |
I need to feel alive, but I don't know why |
And sometimes in my mind, I never know when to laugh or cry |
Now and then I feel as if I'm living in a dream |
Now and then I feel as if I'm living in a dream |