The words that I speak
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Don¡¯t always match
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The feelings to which
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They are attached
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So just what kind of man is that
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Who gives you words
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Then takes all of them back
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Sometimes I wonder why
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I can¡¯t articulate
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On baited breath
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We sit quiet and wait
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But how much of the silent treatment can my lady take?
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When the words I give are the words that break.
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Chorus:
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I have emotions that I can¡¯t express
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For lack of a language that¡¯s half as complex
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As all of my emotions but when I find the words
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I¡¯ll say the sweetest thing she¡¯s ever heard
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I¡¯ll say the sweetest thing she¡¯s ever heard
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The things I say don¡¯t say like I really need them too
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But still I try
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Sometimes the words are hard to find
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To quench your thirst and ease your mind
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Chorus
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And I will take the time
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To make you sure that you¡¯re the one
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That makes your baby¡¯s love come down
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Chorus
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Sweetest Thing
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| David Ryan Harris |
