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Aching for a word and the words are not coming
I can paint it with a speech bubble
Sing a motif, rub it into my teeth
Glisten white, eyes shut
And my tongue starred wrong
But I’m listening rightWell, come on and get something
Onto to my rung
Where the chords and the notes are the only thing sung
Come on and get something
Onto to my rung
Keep the stereo onEverything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrongAching for a word, I can feel my mind running
I can chase it till I’m seeing blood
Dark, red coat on the side of my throat
When you heard each sound
Did you swallow it down
Tasting every word?Then come on and get something
Onto to my rung
Where the cords and the notes are the only thing sung
Come on and get something
Onto to my rung
Keep the stereo onEverything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrongEverything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrong
Everything else has gone wrongI guess I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second wind
I guess I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second windI guess I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second wind
I guess I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second windAnd yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found some hope againAnd yes, I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my peace again
And yes, I found my second windAnd yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found some hope againAnd yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found my second wind
And yes, I found some hope again