Concrete hands picked up the telephone ring
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"Do you know who you're talking to?"
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"No, and I don't care who"
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She whispered quiet terror news
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He didn't give a hoot
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Said "do what you have to do"
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All she had to do was speak
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Mouthpiece to cheek
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"Please say no more"
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"I'm lying here on the ground
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A strip of wet concrete"
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Her name was just a broken sound
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A stutter step you hear when you're falling down
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Killing time won't stop this crime
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Killing time won't stop this crime
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Killing time won't stop this crime
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You better start watching what message that you send now
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No more situations I only go in to be kicked out
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He got knocked down leaving like he ran into a clothesline
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And remembered a couple of words that hid a crime
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"You're just fine
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You'll be just fine
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But I'm on the other line"
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Killing time won't stop this crime
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Killing time won't stop this crime
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Killing time won't stop this crime
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No Name #2
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| Elliott Smith |
