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[Кіріспе] Thumb on the string, let the dead notes ring Count the dents in the practice-room door [Куплет 1] You drew a line where the floorboards split Said, “stay on your side,” like i’d answer to it I kept my jaw shut, kept my hands in my coat While the whole room waited for a word from my throat You took the last chair, the last clean cup Now every small thing keeps adding up I know that look; i’ve worn it for years A locked little room full of unsent fears [Алдынғы қайырма] Push me down, i learn the shape Hold me still, i find the break You can press till the hinges complain I won’t fold to fit your frame [Қайырма] We are not your quiet ones! We are not your quiet ones! Say it plain, let the whole room know You don’t get to decide how far we go We are not your quiet ones! [Куплет 2] Your name on the roster, my name crossed out You called that a lesson; i called it a route Past the loading dock, through the rain-wet lot With a cracked phone screen and a half-tied knot I built my nerve from the things you threw A chipped blue mug and a bad excuse You wanted a witness who’d swallow the scene I brought back the truth, uncut and mean [Алдынғы қайырма] Push me down, i learn the shape Hold me still, i find the break You can press till the hinges complain I won’t fold to fit your frame [Қайырма] We are not your quiet ones! We are not your quiet ones! Say it plain, let the whole room know You don’t get to decide how far we go We are not your quiet ones! [Көпір] Cut the signal, cut the pose Every borrowed word gets exposed One hand raised, one hand held No more living by the rules you sell [Final chorus] We are not your quiet ones! We are not your quiet ones! Say it plain, let the whole room know You don’t get to decide how far we go We are not your quiet ones! We are not your quiet ones! [Аутро] Not your quiet ones Not your quiet ones
