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I am letting the telephone ring |
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Cause i don't want to know why |
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I don't want to hear you explain |
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I don't want to hear you cry |
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I have written so much about you |
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So much i thought i knew |
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Words like water used to flow |
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Now what could i possibly have to say? |
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She is someone i don't even know |
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And all the things that you've given to me |
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I see now were simply reparations |
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They were gifts of your guilt |
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They were my preparation |
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I know i should be mature |
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Keep my feet on the floor |
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But for some reason, |
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I just don't want them anymore |
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I know this shouldn't be important |
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Compared to you and i |
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But i can still hear my questions |
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And i can still hear you |
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I can still hear you |
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Lie |
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Now vicariously i have her in me |
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I want to peel off my skin |
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Let the water wash in |
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You always said that i was hiding |
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That i was hiding from you |
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But you are capable of things i could not do |
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You are capable of things i could not do |
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I remember how you pretended |
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How you pretended to touch me |
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I remember how i couldn't bring myself to believe |
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I remember wondering, |
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What was wrong |
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What was wrong |
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How could i be so naive |
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How could i be so naive? |
