On the underside of your salutation
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I can hear you turning inward
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Hello is such a thin word
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You're going to have to hide doubletime from me
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Cuz I read our poetry, and I can see when it doesn't rhyme
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You said you either wanted me home
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Or you wanted to be alone[?]
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Or you wanted to be alone
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And I felt you decide
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I have heard all the words you hold inside
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We were knitted like yarn
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In the morning you were the snooze button on my alarm
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And now goodnight is just the gesture of an arm
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Well I think I understand
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But I don't think I agree
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Sometimes I want to amend
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And sometimes I just want to be free
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If we can try forgiving
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If we can try to go on living
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Like some kind of amateur team
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Anyone can see that love
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Is waiting U S more than M E
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That's for me
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Please
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To Be Free
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| Ani DiFranco |
