TELEPHONE LINES(c)Singleton 2007I'm twirling the make believecurly que cord in my hand,my hairtangledand mattedand bed-headed afterhearing you breathesighpause.And we hang upin "say the words"andI don't even listen,don't want to know,don't even want to hear them again,Just want to findpeaceinrememberingAndwhisperingthe words like a chantraI know you'll never forgetAnd Idon't wanttowreck what I
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