| I put a hex on the telephone line that brought your voice to me
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| Disembodied, and cheapening everything it used to mean
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| When you said, «The truth shall set you free,»
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| Oh, you lied to me, when you said; |
| «The truth shall set you free.»
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| The freedom to be alone with the freedom
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| The freedom to be alone with the freedom
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| The freedom to be alone with the freedom
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| The freedom …
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| Thursday, ten P.M., the city abounds
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| The city of daughters can be found
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| Where it ought to be found
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| Relegated to the back of an underclass;
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| You always hated the back
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| An attack in its purest form
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| An attack thats forever forewarned
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| Ba da
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| I put a hex on the telephone wire
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| And hoped that the spires of communication
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| Might take a leave of absent expectations
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| CONFOUNDED when the girl became grounded
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| And packed her bags, for the beaches, with contacts and breeches
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| Of contracts
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| The freedom to be alone with the freedom
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| The freedom to be alone with the freedom
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| The freedom to be alone with the freedom
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| The freedom…
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| The freedom to be alone with the freedom
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| The freedom to be alone with the freedom
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| The freedom to be alone with the freedom
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| The freedom… |