well your arms hang parallel to the curtains
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your gaze falls perpendicular to the floor
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your resign yourself to the hurting
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the lines in your brow are deeper than before
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don't misunderstand
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I just wanna be your friend
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well a phone call is a phone call
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is not the means to an end
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your t-shirt's white across your chest
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loose around your neck
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your eyes come to rest on my face
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indirect, there's been tears shopping here?
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in the market for solutions, you know, its so hard to find clear answers
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these days
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I think that a thing of the past
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they just don't make them to last anymore
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and it seems to me I'll miss love in the effort it infers
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and her legs are longer
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but mine are stronger than hers
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and I told you I wouldn't hold you down
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I would only make you happy and I wouldn't let you drown
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now you say you're submerged in me
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well I'm out here writing dirges
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can't you see I need to be free?
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you laugh and you smile and you say you'll agree
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but you continue with your kisses
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oh you love those near-misses
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can't you see the only thing I ask
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the only slant
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is the only thing you won't grant me
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just turn out the light
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unlock the door
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tell me you feel alright, even better than before
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show me you can be strong
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its all I wanted all along
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Submerged
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| Ani DiFranco |
