So as I stand here dying of silence tonight, The quiet spell you slung on the ceiling fan You will return again,
[chorus:] Why? I ask myself sometimes, Dine on small talk after school Why? I ask myself sometimes
So as the mood gets darker and darker tonight, Can't help but feel a little uncomfortable alright you will return again
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Why? I ask myself sometimes Why, why , why? I ask myself sometimes Why, why, why?
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