letra de centralia - all else failed
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is it all a question of timing? it sounded right in my head
is it all a matter of content? or something else i said?
these lips part waves to blank stares i forgot to think again
these words are the cause of cold shoulders and an empty room
this place is a ghost town. this silence is frightening
i’m talking to a wall again. i never know when to say when
it’s not like there’s no intent. it’s not like i can’t see
every time i open up … “is something the matter?”
this place is a ghost town. this silence is frightening
i’m talking to a wall again i never know when to say when
you won’t be back. december night, my third strike
you won’t be coming back for more. “is something the matter?”
you won’t be back.