What you give,
or give out,
Is the only thing that really counts.
Will you stay...here?
Stay around,
And we'll both start working this out.
But it's not just this its everything
It's so hard to reach and impossible
To really read when you're talking
With two tongues in your mouth.
And I wish you'd quit this mumbling
underneath your breath it's killing me
You've not said nothing yet.
Who's talking now?
Well I guess I'm starting to doubt.
Are we lost...here?
Are you keeping count?
Or are you gonna just let me down?
Your heart's not in it, it's every word
It's plain to see you're still mumbling
What's underneath, you're so curious
Well it's two strikes and you're out.
And I'm tiring of this attitude
And you fall to pieces like you do
I can't believe you're still talking
with two tongues in your mouth
After all we've been around.
Will you hear me out?
You're the only thing that really counts.
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