(Matraca Berg/Ronnie Samoset)
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You slip into my room
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So I will not hear you
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I don't know why you even bother
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Your every step, your every move
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Echoes with the silent truth
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That you have been with another
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Keep talking
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I lie here quietly
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And listen to you breathe
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And I can tell you're not sleeping
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You haven't said a word
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But don't you know I've heard
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All the secrets you've been keeping
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Yes I'm listening
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To every word your heart is saying
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I'm listening
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And every time I hear it breaking
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Keep talking
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You don't have to say a thing
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I'm listening
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And when the morning comes
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You hide your eyes from the sun
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'Cause you know what they'll be saying
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When you try to hide the truth
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You know they tell on you
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And it's a long conversation
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And I'm listening
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To every tear that you've been crying
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I'm listening
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Oh, they say that you've been lying
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Keep talking
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You don't have to say a thing
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I'm listening
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Keep talking, babe, 'cause I'm listening
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I'm listening, yeah
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I'm listening, whoa
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Whoa
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I'm Listening
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Stephanie Bentley |