Take my hand
Colors seem so black inside your head
Does everything reflect the time you spend?
So tired of thinking
You hide your face
Don't ask me to excuse
...
Save your words
They're never there for those who try
A stranger in a world, no longer mine
Sometimes I'm feeling used
I'll change my place
I'd sooner be excused
...
There are times I confess I'm not easy to accept
So come find, I'll react
I'm a reason to be there
I'm only laughing...
-- Mark Hollis (Talk Talk) 1984
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