الكلمات الأصلية
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Dry lips, nothing can satisfy this bitter taste of denial
Of breathing a life that isn't yours
But where the souvenir tastes fine
Swallow a pride you call your own
And fight the thought that beauty knows
That your shell is hollow and the rest should follow
Just stay away from the noise
Stay away from the noise
Avoiding the light that burns your eyes
Playing this comedy you despise
Untouched, but covered with your lies
Safe in a drawer where the souvenir tastes fine
Swallow your pride, you can call it your own
If you stay away from the fire
Stay away from the fire
Please tell me something that I don't already know
To the sound of the violin, the sliding bow on an open wound
Please tell me something that I don't already know
I'll tell you a story nobody ever wished telling you
Please tell me something that I don't already know
I could wish you peace or love or whatever's pleasing you
If there is something that you should already know
We're caught in the whirl and all we have left is
Noise
