If words have meanings, then why are we bemused If reasons won't be ceasing, then why are we confused...just words Silence ain't made to clear the shades Silence ain't made, just like the blade of a maze Made to disquise, all the grudge and all te fears Just words Words mean nuch more than you expect them to And may cut deeper than you're able to bear...just words Silence ain't made to clear the shades Silence ain't made, just like the blade of a maze Made to disquise, all the grudge and all te fears Just words Speak to me and of you want to, then you scream Don't wait, just speak and I will be releashed Silence ain't made to clear the shades Silence ain't made, just like the blade of a maze Made to disquise, all te grunge and all the fears All te grunge and all the fears By the unspoken words...silence ain't made.
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