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You got knee-high socks on tryna get me seduced We got too many problems going on our love is reduced Drinking Henny, whiskey until one of us throws a punch Then we be making up tomorrow over a spot of lunch And so I find it hard to believe that you're on my side And I can't find another way to dig inside of your mind I been typin' the words out inside of my head I be counting from one to ten deep breaths again But I can't find you, you can't find me, we can't make it up We're dead and free We can't find a middle ground we can't hear a single sound We're making the sound of silence repeat Said I can't look into your mind I can't tell you how to feel And you can't say anything To make this feel better Than what it is I think it's time to call it a day And I hope you agree This time baby This time baby This time baby Our time is up But I can't find you, you can't find me, we can't make it up We're dead and free We can't find a middle ground we can't hear a single sound We're making the sound of silence repeat