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Lyrics

Wrote these stories in invisible ink
Lied to myself about the way I think
Wish you were here to come and fix me a drink
But our time is long gone
You were quiet and a little reserved
I'd boom like thunder; you'd feel unnerved
I guess this is what I really deserved
A conclusion too foregone

They say the devil's in the details,
in the little ways we hum at night
He's in the unsaid words, in the way we look at the same thing
And don't see it . . . don't see it just right

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Wrote these stories by the kitchen sink.
Lost my ring down in the drain, I think.
It's there somewhere. I can tell by the clink
But it can't be retrieved.
You know those times when you got it all wrong
Convinced you're weak, someone else is strong
It won't hurt less if it's all in a song
But there's no real relief

They say the devil's in the details,
in the little ways we hum at night.
He's in the unsaid words, in the way we look at the same thing
And don't see it . . . don't see it just right

I've made my bed so I'll lie in it.
I've made my bed I won't die in it.
I've made my bed full of lies. Isn't it?

Lost those stories, 'cause I never wrote them down
Never mattered to anyone around
Now I'm so lost in them, so lost I could drown
They're for no one but me
I would call you if I could get up the nerve
I'd talk quietly – act all reserved
Maybe there's a bit of dust to preserve
But it doesn't seem likely

They say the devil's in the details,
in the little ways we hum at night
He's in the unsaid words, in the way we look at the same thing
And don't see it
I've heard the devil's in the
details, in the little ways we hum at night
He's in the unsaid words, in the way we look at the same thing
And don't see it . . . don't see it just right

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