In a manner of speaking I just want to say, that I could never forget the way, you told me everything by saying nothing.
In a manner of speaking I don't understand, I love when silence becomes repriment, the way that I feel about you is beyond words.
Oh, give me the words. Give me the words, that tell me nothing.
Oh, give me the words. Give me the words, that tell me everything.
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Nouvelle Vague
