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Paroles: Staind. The Illusion Of Progress. Talk.

*NOTHING LEFT TO SAY*
Talk to me
You never talk to me
Do we suffer from
Social atrophy?

When the conversations over
When the conversations over
We've taken what's been given
And we throw it all away

Walk with me
Come on and walk with me
Take a look around you
Do you like what you see?

We've taken what's been given
And we throw it all away

It's hard to be forgiven
When there's nothing left to say

When the conversations over
When the conversations over
Silence just gets in the way
When the conversations over

Talk to me
Don't ever talk for me
We've taken what's been given
And you throw it all away
It's hard to be forgiven
When there's nothing left to say
There's nothing left to say