You speak to me in sign language,
As I`m eating a sandwich in a small cafe
At a quarter to three.

But I can`t respond to your sign language.
You`re taking advantage, bringing me down.
Can`t you make any sound?

`Twas there by the bakery, surrounded by fakery.
This is my story, still I`m still there.
Does she know I still care?

Link Wray was playing on a jukebox, I was paying
For the words I was saying, so misunderstood.
He didn`t do me no good.

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