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Stop Talking lyrics
My hands come together
And I draw in the breath through my teeth
Your curt shots, sarcastic remarks
Come so often, they're never sincere
Darker amusement sets in, that's the problem
You're saying something and my eyes open wider
And we grin and we stare at the floor
Your jokes missed your hands grow to fists and your lips purse
That's how it started, that's the problem
And after we're done
I can still feel your eyes on my forehead
And after we're done
I can still feel the pain in my free time
My hands come together
And I draw in the breath through my teeth
Your curt shots, sarcastic remarks
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