they call to talk about the weather
all the places i don't go
they've got names without a face
and they've got faces i don't see
from the corners of my mouth
i hear your voice come falling down
from the corners of my mouth
and i can't feel to touch
and there's you standing in my clothes
a perfect picture with you on my side
from the corners of my mouth
i hear your voice come falling down
from the corners of my mouth
i can't seem to find my feet
from the corners of my mouth
i hear your voice come falling down
from the corners of my mouth
from the corners of my mouth
i hear your vioce come falling down
from the corners of my mouth
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