| 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 |