cross crowded rooms we take our stand
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here in my corner alone
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I'll draw up my plans
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cross crowded rooms we stake our claims
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you take away all of these people
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only bitterness remains
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and I just can't understand
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this lack of communication
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so much silence so much not knowing
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do you know how it feels
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when you go from spending nights with someone
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to absolutley nothing at all
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to place them high up on this pedestal
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then realize one day it's too tall
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to reach and to hold
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so they jump and then you are told
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that it's over for the while
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as these feet stretch out into miles
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and from miles into dead end streets
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cross crowded rooms and empty sheets
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take this finger take this thumb
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stretch them out to form a gun
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point to the left side of my chest
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just say bang then it's done
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Cross Crowded Rooms
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Silent Majority |