(Mary Chapin Carpenter)
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I can read your eyes just like a book
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You tell me different, but I know that look
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And I don't have to guess what's between the lines
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So what in the world am I still doing here
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You push me away when I get too near
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Saying love's too simple to analyze
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So why do I feel confused
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Why do I feel so used
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Like a worn-out thought you threw away
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It wasn't what you said, it's what you didn't say
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Where are the windows, where are the doors?
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I haven't the key to your heart anymore
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I haven't a clue to what's gone wrong
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'Cause you look at me sometimes as if I weren't there
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You say you're listening, but you never hear
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The strains of silence have grown so strong
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I never wanted to doubt you
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But I'd be better off without you
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I'm no good at looking the other way
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It wasn't what you said, it's what you didn't say
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So look at me one last time
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With eyes that still know how to shine
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Hold me like you won't let go
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But you let go anyway
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No one belongs where they're not wanted
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You're just a ghost, and my heart is haunted
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When I said goodbye, you didn't even beg me to stay
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It wasn't what you said, it's what you didn't say
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No baby, it wasn't what you said, it's what you didn't say
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What You Didn't Say
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Mary Chapin Carpenter |