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Don't say a word |
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Not because I know what you mean |
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Not because I've heard you say this before |
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But in this semblance of Democracy |
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It's like vacuum for what you overheard |
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Don't say a word |
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Don't call me back |
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Not because I didn't call |
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Because I'm busy watching TV on my day off |
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And you might startle me with rational words |
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Contradicting all the new I've just heard |
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So don't call me back |
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Now a word is tense and bare like a trigger just a hair away |
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From being pulled |
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You know I can't pretend to know how this is going to end |
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But don't you feel like, don't you feel like you're being fooled? |
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But you don't say a word |
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Are you at work? |
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I called this morning but I guess I was late |
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Now we're both waiting for the day when the dreams wane |
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With possibilities permanently sealed |
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Atrophied after their purpose revealed |
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To keep you at work |
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Now, have you gone out? |
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You know I called but the place was too loud |
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This cacophony, I couldn't make out |
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If you wanted me over tonight |
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Another private tease as sense comes by daylight |
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Or we could go out |
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Nouns pass for narration and camp sights for nations |
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But you're just driving out of range |
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You struggle with phone, but it doesn't matter, I'm not home |
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Besides, I've got nothing, nothing to say |
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Don't say a word |