Finger Eleven - Sad Exchange Songtexte

Quietly thinking to myself
Sharing half our mind instead of none
The shakings just begun
The pleasantries are gone,
This sad exchange pleased neither one of us

So we finally gave up
Meanings tend to give out
The Time was gone to act out
this living torture, living torture

No talking When I want you to Listen
No talking cos it's Living torture, Living torture

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