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I can't hear you when you talkYou're a muted, semi-thoughtGoing down... down, down, down...Can't express what can't be boughtCan't express in written thoughtGoing down... down, down, down...Far along we've come aloneThrowing sticks will bring you stonesGoing down, goingSo afraid of all your faultsJust a critic without heartGoing down... down, down, down... From Letras Mania