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An auction of unspoken words. A box bearing her name. As others bid, the narrator faces a choice: let them decide what her words are worth, or take them back. LOT ZERO follows that choice to its final refusal. P.Peeva's second single moves from being appraised by others to reclaiming the words, and the decision, as her own.
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They came with empty boxes
And held them to their hearts
A hammer hit the table
A hundred hands went up
A man paid for an apology
A woman paid for "stay"
I watched them take their purchases
And carry them away
It's mine until I say it
Mine until I do
You can put a price on silence
I won't sell mine to you
It's mine until I say it
Let your hammer fall
You can hear me breathing
But you haven't heard it all
The woman named a number
The hands went up again
I hadn't found the words myself
But they were buying them
Was it love or was it leaving?
I couldn't tell just yet
They wanted me to choose a word
So they could take it next
It's mine until I say it
Mine until I do
You can put a price on silence
I won't sell mine to you
It's mine until I say it
Let your hammer fall
You can hear me breathing
But you haven't heard it all
The hammer rose above me
She asked me for my word
A hundred hands reached for the box
And waited to be heard
NO!
It's mine until I say it
Mine until I do
You can put a price on silence
I won't sell mine to you
It's mine until I say it
Let your hammer fall
You can hear me breathing
But you haven't heard it all
I took the box with me
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