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By Ani Difranco, standing just outside
the circle of light
avoiding the pool cues
watching the
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By Ani Difranco, i've been wondering what you meant when you asked
do you
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By Ani Difranco, you are listening
to the phone ring
like a church bell
sounding out
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By Ani Difranco, come, come away
come away from
come away from it
come, come away
come
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By Ani Difranco, our father who art in a penthouse
sits in his 37th
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By Ani Difranco, what's the point
of all this pointless proximity
if you won't talk
take
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By Ani Difranco, fourteenth street and the garbage swirls like a cyclone
three o'clock
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By Ani Difranco, the big day has come
the bell is sounding
i run my
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By Ani Difranco, Step up and forfeit your frontal lobe
To the sexed up
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By Ani Difranco, cold and drizzly night in chicago's deep dish
fluorescent light of
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By Ani Difranco, life used to be life-like
now it's more like show biz
i
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By Ani Difranco, Folks back east they say,
I'm leaving home everyday
Beating the
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By Ani Difranco, perpetrating counter-culture she is walking through the park
first light ugly
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By Ani Difranco, The wind is ruthless
The trees shake angry fingers at the
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By Ani Difranco, Looks like my crazy family
is down one crazy daughter cuz
I'm
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By Ani Difranco, I saw on the poster
my name was printed
just a little
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By Ani Difranco, from the depth of the pacific
to the height of everest
and
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By Ani Difranco, I'm imagining your frame
Every angle and every plane
And I'm imagining
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By Ani Difranco, i got pulled over in west texas
so they could look
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By Ani Difranco, i walk in stride with people
much taller than me
and partly
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By Ani Difranco, some guy tried to rub up against me
in a crowded
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By Ani Difranco, for lee i'm cement, but behind the buttons on my
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By Ani Difranco, you give me that look that's like laughing
with liquid in
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By Ani Difranco, she was cuffed to the truth like the truth was
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By Ani Difranco, I opened the fire door
to four lips
none of which were
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By Ani Difranco, she's looking in the mirror
she's fixing her hair
and i touch
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By Ani Difranco, life in the circus ain't easy
but the folks on the
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By Ani Difranco, they were digging a new foundation in manhattan
and they discovered
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By Ani Difranco, some crazy fucker carved a sculpture out of butter
and propped
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By Ani Difranco, Sitting in my glass house, while your ghost is sleeping
