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There's a bitter taste in our mouths that we're dying.
It's like a taste of dust surrounds you
And the anger that follows us everywhere
There are silences that speak volumes.
More than all the words we confess
And all these questions that don't hold water.
Obviously, obviously
We still dance to the tunes we loved so much
Obviously, obviously
We still laugh at silly things, like children.
But not like before
And these battles that nobody cares about
It's like a weariness, a disgust
What's the point of running around everywhere?
Obviously, obviously
We still dance to the tunes we loved so much
Obviously, obviously
We still laugh at silly things, like children.
But not like before
Not like before
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