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Words fall out of my mouth
They drift to the ground
And they don't make a sound
I'll try to assemble them back
To the place in my head
But I fear that I lack
The proper speak that I need
To narrate the scene
To tell you these things
They drift to the ground
And they don't make a sound
I'll try to assemble them back
To the place in my head
But I fear that I lack
The proper speak that I need
To narrate the scene
To tell you these things