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So as I stand here dying of silence tonight,
The quiet spell you slung on the ceiling fan
You will return again,
[chorus:]
Why
I ask myself sometimes,
Dine on small talk after school
Why
I ask myself sometimes
So as the mood gets darker and darker tonight,
Can't help but feel a little
uncomfortable alright
you will return again
[chorus]
Why
I ask myself sometimes
Why, why , why
I ask myself sometimes
Why, why, why
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