| Digits dial, digits dial… tone, monotone
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| Has she been feigning sleeping?
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| Framing she been all alone?
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| Downslide on the sidewalk
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| I’m a distant ring
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| Out of body, out of body
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| Pick me up, oh answer me
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| I just hurried over
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| Worried sick you might be sick
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| Gates are courting airplanes
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| And clocks divorcing ticks
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| Before I left, thought I’d see you
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| At the show, you didn’t show
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| Didn’t message, didn’t call
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| You didn’t know, oh didn’t you know?
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| I’m a liar too
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| Uh huh, that’s why I think I understand you
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| Someone from your building holds for me a door
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| I’m in your lobby, your elevator
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| I’m on your floor, the second floor
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| I can hear you now
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| With my ear pressed to the paint
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| You’re playing that cassette tape
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| That you took from me to take to Iowa
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| And that was near three years ago
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| Now I’m back up in that moment
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| Playing that yardsale Casio
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| I sang to you from a red room
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| (Together we’ll grey, grey, grey)
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| Does he sing to you as well?
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| Much better, most would say
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| I hear him laughing
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| But I prefer this to the silence
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| When your lips are sealed against his
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| Or he fills your thighs with kisses
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| Or just for instance
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| He’s clawing your fat
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| To push your breaths into the mattress
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| You’ll love a good many men, mmhmm
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| And loving me ain’t gonna stop all of them
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| Like Adam we are flawed
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| In the image of our gods
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| Of our fathers, who never bothered
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| To consider they were not the only ones
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| (Faith, ohhh…)
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| Faith oh faith, is a way to believe lies that we need
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| Then to be faithful is to be truthless
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| But that’s more than I need to say
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| Oh just don’t run off and get married
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| And I’ll surely be okay
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| 'Cause I love you
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| They’ll never cure that muse
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| Gotta go now
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| Pack my suitcase
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| Glad that you’re okay
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| And I love you, happy birthday
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| See you in sixteen days |