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My Inability to Learn a New Language
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Sing a set of poems
But more than that was shown
You set the bar for passionate tones
Against the tide you'd row
What kept you held in tow
Was the undercurrent ripping far below
What we didn't know
Was that you felt as low
As the amount of times I called you on the phone
What we wouldn't give in gold
To resurrect your soul
To resurrect your soul
We're measured in grey
And we're still holding on
A new language
But the words come out wrong
Standing back of that room
There's not a word, not a sound
You set the bar for passionate tones
We refuse to believe
That you've gone back to this ground
The undercurrent ripping far below
Standing back of that room
There's not a word, there's not a sound
The amount of times I called you on the phone
We refuse to believe
That you've gone back to this ground
We're measured in grey
And we're still holding on
A new language
But the words come out wrong
Nothing's felt right since January
Nothing's felt right since January
Nothing's felt right since January
Nothing's felt right since January
(Sing a set of poems)
(But more than that was shown)
Nothing's felt right since January
(Against the tide you'd row)
(What kept you held in tow)
But nothing's felt right since January
(What we didn't know)
(Was that you felt as low)
Nothing's felt right since Jan u ary
(What we wouldn't give in gold)
(To resurrect your soul)
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