I am letting the telephone ring
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cause I don't want to know why
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I don't want to hear you explain
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I don't want to hear you cry
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I have written so much about you
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so much I thought I knew
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words like water used to flow
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now what could I possibly have to say?
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she is someone I don't even know
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and all the things that you've given to me
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I see now were simply reparations
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they were gifts of your guilt
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they were my preparation
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I know I should be mature
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keep my feet on the floor
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but for some reason,
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I just don't want them anymore
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I know this shouldn't be important
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compared to you and I
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but I can still hear my questions
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and I can still hear you
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I can still hear you
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lie
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now vicariously I have her in me
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I want to peel off my skin
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let the water wash in
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you always said that I was hiding
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that I was hiding from you
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but you are capable of things I could not do
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you are capable of things I could not do
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I remember how you pretended
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how you pretended to touch me
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I remember how I couldn't bring myself to believe
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I remember wondering,
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what was wrong
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what was wrong
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how could I be so naive
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how could I be so naive?
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Letting The Telephone Ring
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| Ani DiFranco |
