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Shut up and Talk to Me
Shut up and talk to me,
because I'm sick of wasting precious words.
Tell me about your hopes and dreams,
and while our hearts are still beating,
let me comfort you beneath a blanket of stars
Don't waste your breath
on a sentence with no true meaning.
With one wish left I would ask to see
the most secret part of your soul
that only appears in late night conversations.
Shut up and talk to me,
because I'm sick of standing in shallow water.
I'll show you all my battle scars,
and let hopeful light fill my eyes for you.
Though only if you will reveal the same.
because I'm sick of wasting precious words.
Tell me about your hopes and dreams,
and while our hearts are still beating,
let me comfort you beneath a blanket of stars
Don't waste your breath
on a sentence with no true meaning.
With one wish left I would ask to see
the most secret part of your soul
that only appears in late night conversations.
Shut up and talk to me,
because I'm sick of standing in shallow water.
I'll show you all my battle scars,
and let hopeful light fill my eyes for you.
Though only if you will reveal the same.
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