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donkey talk
Donkey talk  I can hear the donkey talk  Words chained out in a line  Loads of reason not much rhyme  Finger drumming beats behind  Donkey talk most of the time  The conversation peters out  So you stare down at your shoes  There's not much more to talk about  When the silence is confused  Then our eyes suddenly meet  And we choose to look away  That's just where we are today   There's no sense in hanging round  But we stand there all the same  You find a verb I pluck a noun  As the patience starts to strain  Then our words suddenly clash  As if there's so much to say  That's just where we are today   We used to stay up all night  With our eyes all bloodshot and wonky  We would hold each other tight  And talk the back legs off a donkey  But now I'm wearing its hat  We can't even laugh at that