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Phantom Planet Dying Of Silence

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

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

do I care You vanish today Not the first time I hear All the lies What am I to do with all this silence Shy away, shy away phantom Run away terrified