| 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? |