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Regina Spektor- Consequence of Sound
My rhyme ain’t good just yet,
My brain and tongue just met,
And they ain’t friends, so far,
My words don’t travel far,
They tangle in my hair,
And tend to go nowhere
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If I let you in, you’d just want out.
If I tell you the truth, you’d vie for a lie.
If I spilt my guts, it would make a mess we can’t clean up.
If you follow me, you will only get lost.
If you try to get closer, we’ll only lose touch.
Yes you already know too much, and you’re not going anywhere.
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