Could you tell me

What you’re drawing?

I like the colour of the ink

The swirls and spirals through the notebook

That look like you don’t think

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Could you tell me

What you’re saying?

I like the way your lips precede

The movements shy of whispering

At a slow and steady speed

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Pre-Chorus:

Help me reach the end of this

And give me time to figure out

Tell me what you’re thinking of

And what it’s all about

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Chorus:

He has to know

He has to know

He has to realize

The awful lies

And just how long ago

He has to know

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Could you show me

What it looks like

When we’re caught with red on our hands?

The blood runs thick and out the windows

He’ll ruin all our plans

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Pre-Chorus & Chorus

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Could we run away

And tell him

That we all went down to hell?

That we found a bus to take us there

And that we’re doing pretty well

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Chorus x 2