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LONG TALK TELLS lyrics
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Verse 1
A post can pose with the corners cropped, A quote can glow when the context drops, Twenty clean seconds, caption locked, Then a long-form hour makes the polish talk. No teleprompter rescuing the pause, No perfect angle hiding the cause, The mind takes turns that the mouth can't stage, You hear the pencil moving on the page.
Chorus
Long talk tells on you Not just what you know, but how you move Long talk tells on you A podcast gives all a perfect view When the room goes quiet, when a question cuts through Long talk tells on you
Verse 2
What do you chase when the topic bends? Do you ask for a source or defend your fence? Do you laugh with the room or laugh at the weak? Do you leave enough air for another voice to speak? Curiosity has a sound, so does control, One opens a door, one guards a role, You can hear what matters by the names you repeat, Who gets a follow-up, who gets three?
Chorus
Long talk tells on you Not just what you know, but how you move Long talk tells on you A podcast gives all a perfect view When the room goes quiet, when a question cuts through Long talk tells on you
Verse 3
A guest says "no," now the portrait gets sharp, Do you grip the old map or redraw the chart? Can "I don't know" sit clean in your chest? Can a better point change what you thought was best? Confidence is not volume, calm is not grace, Bias can smile with a reasonable face, The flinch, the pivot, the joke used to dodge, Pressure leaves fingerprints under the gloss.
Verse 4
Not a soul scan; the stage remains, Hosts choose the room, editors choose the frame, Some people freeze when the red dot burns, Some rehearse so long that the reflex learns. But over time, patterns shape the face: Who gets cut short, who gets space, Who becomes a person, who becomes a point, Who gets heard with care when the views don't join.
Bridge
The portrait is not one sentence said, It's the road your attention takes instead, The stories you carry, the care you spend, The way you disagree and leave room at the end.
Chorus
Long talk tells on you The mask gets tired, the habits come through Not just what you know, but who gets room with you Long talk tells on you A microphone records more than a view, It records how your mind makes space for two. Long talk tells on you
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A post can pose with the corners cropped, A quote can glow when the context drops,
Long talk tells on you Not just what you know, but how you move
Long talk tells on you The mask gets tired, the habits come through
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