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We don't talk anymore, I don't talk at all We don't have a lot of time, but I got something in my eye Once for yes, twice for no Life's palette is colored with expressions, I lost my mind Locked-in is a syndrome for the dumb, it's not a syndrome for the smart Once for yes, twice for no You alright? Yes, yes Whatever it takes to send a message I wet the bed, I send a message I need, I need, I need attention Manuscript mattress signed by Bladder New York Times bestseller Old guy's got stories Great story, what a story He says "torture" with his eyes For six years, eight months If I have to drool (if I have to drool) If I have to drool (if I have to drool) Might as well be on cashmere That's all to say We'll find a way The impossible tale Communication prevails Communication prevails Communication prevails Jean-Dominique Bauby Admiral Jeremiah Denton They share a knowing glance (they share a knowing glance) As they raise a glass (as they raise a glass) To you, listener (it seems like so many times I've heard it) It's you (in passing conversations) To you, listener (I've even dreamed about it late at night) It was always you (in passing conversations)
Writer(s): Brendan Wells, Harry Wohl, Ian Stemper, Matt Stagner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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