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I was here when the call came through, Jill |
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and I screened it like I always do, Jill |
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and they hung up on the machine |
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just like you, Jill |
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well, that sounds like one of your stunts, Jill |
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and I'm only gonna say this once, Jill |
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you haven't left a message for me |
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in a couple of months, Jill |
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I'm not blaming you, Jill |
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this is hard to do, Jill |
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but I still don't know why I always feel like crying, crying, crying |
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I'm still having some trouble tying up your loose ends, Jill |
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and I still see life through the same distorted lens, Jill |
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and I think I may have said some things about you |
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in front of some of your friends, Jill |
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well, I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings, Jill |
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but these are not normally people with whom I have dealings, Jill |
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I still spend most of my time in silence alone |
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staring at ceilings, Jill |
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but you know all that, Jill |
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what I'm getting at, Jill |
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is I can't stop not knowing |
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why I never don't feel like crying, crying, crying |