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we don't talk too loud we mutter to ourselves to distance the crowd and i'm thankful we don't act too cool just bathroom humor from middle and i'm thankful he knows my body and i'm not scared but i'm not half as brave as he is there and for all that suffers and all that pines for the piece that fits i'm glad he could be mine for the piece that fits i'm glad he could be mine we don't laugh all the time but sometimes the silence sounds just as nice and i'm thankful we don't paint the town red but we still know how to get down i'm thankful and i know someday he'll be miles away the skin that touches his won't be the same but for all that suffers and all that pines for the piece that fits i'm glad he could be mine for the piece that fits i'm glad he could be mine From Letras Mania