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The Way You Play - Low Low Low La La La Love Love Love
O' you have not been unwell
You mistake the feeling
A muffled alarm bell
Nausea
Behind every mouth there's
A sick tongue to be pulled
A blackened milktooth
A melody unhummed
And so we go
Over our black breath in the sun
If you lose the taste for
To unsing what you sung
You speak as if
It all makes a difference
A dumb tongue to be pulled
A blackened milktooth
A melody unhummed
The way you play
O' sleep in my useless one
You know come the morning
We'll stagger the long run
Nausea
I owe it nothing
Yet pay it through the teeth
It's not meant to feel good
At least it doesn't change
The way you play
