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(Rosanne Cash) |
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I picked up the phone, you were both on the line |
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Your words to each other froze me in time |
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A lifetime between us just burnt on the wires |
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Dissolved in a dial tone, consumed in your fires |
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Your footsteps beside me, the phone in my hand |
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I can't move |
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I can't stand |
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Our faces in pieces, facades on the floor |
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The pretense between us for a moment destroyed |
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I don't want to go on with these words in my heart |
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But the ghost of your anger will tear us apart |
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How my little world just went up in smoke |
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I'm too young |
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I'm too old |
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One day soon |
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I'll know |
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One day soon |
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I'll just let it go |
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I run from the bedroom with legs paralyzed |
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I carve out my future part prophet, part blind |
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It's nobody's business, no one is to blame |
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We'll meet in the distance, new numbers new names |
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I've lifted the veil, |
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I've walked through the fire |
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I'll move on |
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I'll go higher |
