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You’re always talking about stuff
That the rest of us don’t
Don’t ever even think about
Don’t even give a damn about
Not out loud, anyway—
It’s not so much that you talk
Hell, I like to hear you talk
All those mellow tones rippling
Like silver rivers flowing
Into every possible wrong place
No, the trouble with you
Is not so much that you talk
It’s that you give-a-damn
It’s that you give-a-damn
Out loud
Like a stone in my shoe
When I’m all dressed up on Sunday
You just will not leave me the hell alone
Tell me this one thing pleeeeeeezzze
Why can’t silence be sacred to you?
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