Tác giả : Elliott Smith
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Here's the silhouette the face always turned away 
The bleeding color gone to black, dying like a day 
Couldn't figure out what made you so unhappy 
Shook your head to say no no no 
And stopped for a spell 
And stayed that way 
Oh well, okay 
I got pictures, i just don't see it anymore 
Climbing hour upon hour through a total bore 
With the one i keep where it never fades 
In the safety of a pitch black mind 
An airless cell that blocks the day 
Oh well, okay 
If you a get a feeling the next time you see me 
Do me a favor and let me know 
'cos it's hard to tell 
It's hard to say 
Oh well, okay 
Oh well, okay 
Oh well, okay