There you were day after day
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Six feet
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Twenty feet
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Two feet away
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Right in my pocket singin me a song
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Makin my heart race all day long
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And we talked it out and we talked it down
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But your eyes were not listening
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And my ears were looking around
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For another song to sing
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But it was you each time
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It was you
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The answer to each moment must be yes
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And the question... can you live with that?
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Becomes the test
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So you weigh it against that aching in your chest
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And that secretly relentless emptiness
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And you talk it out and you talk it down
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But your eyes are not listening
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And my ears are running around
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Looking for another song to sing
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But it is you each time
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It is you
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So my heart finally broke
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It was so long bent
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And it broke in three places
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When it finally went
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It wanted only to say what it meant
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So it suffered every punishment
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Now it lives in a shack outside of town
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And only the wolves are out there listening
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And in her dreams they chase her down
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Their moonlit eyes are glistening
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And it is you each time
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It is you
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You Each Time
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| Ani DiFranco |
