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Текст песни Letters To Cleo - Wasted
The saddest sound I've ever heard; the saddest sound I've ever heard. The quiet
that takes the place of silence that takes the place of your voice. You're right
reasons are dumb and I'm just talking too much. And I want to be alone with what I
am - wasted. The cruelest voice comes back to me. The cruelest thing, you think you
didn't know me. It's alright, I am on the outside now - smiling, but eyes don't lie. You're
right, reasons are dumb and I'm just talking too much. And I want to be alone with
what I am - wasted. I'll just come apart or something. No one could be more empty
than I am and I would take it all back if I could, but I can't.