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Maybe you learned it from your family |
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Mix in a little of the old midwest |
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It seems someone out there built a legacy |
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On keeping everything tight under wraps |
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And all the secrets in the silos |
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You won't even whisper them to the prairie wind |
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And now we're talking on the telephone |
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Skimming the surface of this ocean |
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Just skimming the surface of this ocean |
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Chorus: |
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You know you're drowning me |
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In all you're not saying |
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Swept under the rug for so long, oh darling |
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Don't it get lonely when you're the only one who knows? |
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All the over-encrypted poetry |
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Unintelligible tales of the truth |
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It was all dripping with mystery |
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Enough to keep me there long overdue |
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So honey, honey, drop the metaphor |
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Honey, honey, won't you come clean because... |
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Chorus |
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Well I don't claim to be so forthright |
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It's not my strongpoint |
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But your attempts are illusory |
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And you don't even know it, you don't even know it |
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So maybe you learned it from your family |
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Maybe that's just your best excuse |
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You could use some New York City |
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You could use your own talk show host |
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Because I am drowning in all |
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That you're not saying |
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I want to shake your shoulders |
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I want to rip down the curtains |
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Oh, 'cause all I remember |
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Are these opaque conversations |
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When so much of the meaning |
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Just got lost in the translation... |
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It's a tale so ordinary |
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There you were with your pretty mouth closed |
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But darling you should have told me the ending |
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Long before you did |
