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letra de stop talk - david sandström overdrive

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stop talking
stop talking about it
stop talking about what you
can or cannot do
stop talking
nothing needs to be said about it
nothing needs to be said

been looking for changes
potential for change
i tried keeping my mouth shut
it felt sort of strange to let other people talk
try and see what they could see
but i was enlightened
there are people dumber even than me

i’m still just a kid
but a kid in time of babes
tongue wrapped on a promise
i swear i’ll bend til it breaks
the city gives echo
the streets are too clean
and i can’t hear the voices
i want to hеar sing

so stop talking
so stop talking about it
stop talking about what you
can or cannot do
stop talking
nothing needs to be said about it
time doesn’t changе
it’s you
i miss so little
one face at a time
perhaps the psychopath intensity
of breach in their prime
but a truth extracted somewhere
between my heart and my wrist says
a great book is what greatness there is

some of my old friends are trying
looking for tools in the shed
i can hear the far away hustling
but their telephones are dead
i see lights in the village
switching on and off
either they’re having a party
or the power is giving out

i gotta make a fire
keep the house nice and warm
i’ve got to bolt the roof down
in case of a storm
i gotta wash the sheets
glass of water by the bed
but we all know
nothing needs to be said
stop talking

i got what it takes
for the longest of walks
and you call me up
and you talk about talk
but have you noticed
when your back is being scratched
it’s good to know where the hand is attached?

spitting at the choir
through the holes in my t–th
the only words that matter
are the words that matter to me
and sure i could requests
but then you just wouldn’t know
next time i come around
what to ask me for

if i was a traveler
i would travel time and
take a photograph
that could spell this out
but i’ve moved to the sidelines
the home of my heart
and i try my d-mnedest
to turn this sh-t into art
i work for days just to tighten
my grip on the sum
but it strung so loosely
and it comes apart
it’s only sometimes now
when i read
that i get that old minor threat-shot
straight to the heart

the needle settles in the groove
i hear somebody shout
”what happened to you?
you’re not the same!”
i turn it off
i turn the page
hoping for delievery
hardly wishing for the days

so stop talking
stop talking about it
stop talking about what you
can or cannot do
stop talking
nothing needs to be said about it
nothing needs to be said

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