Voicemail For Jill

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[Verse 1]
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Jill, it's Amanda, just waving from 
London
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I know that you're going tomorrow, 
the hardest decision
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    And I've been on the side of the
 phone for a month
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And I know you're in hell and you 
know that I know what you're feeling
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      Life's such a bitch, isn't it?
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   When you have a baby, they 
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throw you a party
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And then when you die they get 
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together for a cry

[Chorus]
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But ... no one's gonna celebrate you
Gm
No one's gonna bring you cake
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And no one's gonna shower you with 
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flowers
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The doctor won't congratulate you
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No one on that pavement's gonna
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Shout at you that your heart also 
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matters

[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
        Gm
I'm not sure that you'll get this in
 time
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I don't know if you're checking your
 voicemail at all
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But in case it's the morning
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And you're off at the green line and
 walking through Copley
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I want you to stop for a second, I 
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want you to listen
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  You don't need to offer the right 
explanation
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You don't need to beg for 
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redemption or ask for forgiveness
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  And you don't need a courtroom 
inside of your head
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Where you're acting as judge and 
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accused and defendant and witness

[Bridge]
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     It's a strange grief but 
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it's grief
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Look at all the women in the street
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You know the statistics, Jill
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Even though they may not help
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Isn't it amazing
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How we can never tell
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Who is in an identical hell

[Interlude]
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[Chorus]
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No one's gonna celebrate you
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No one's gonna bring you cake
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And no one's gonna shower you with 
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flowers
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The doctor won't congratulate you
Gm
No one on that pavement's gonna
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Shout at you that your heart also 
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matters

[Chorus]
Bb
No one's gonna compliment you
Gm
No one's gonna nod their head
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And wink in league with what you 
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are pursuing
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No one's gonna tie surprise balloons
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 onto your desk at work
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And no one's gonna ask you how 
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you're doing

[Other]
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But ... I'll be back in Boston by 
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next Thursday
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Why don't I come over?
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I can bring some friends if you 
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want us to come
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We can bring you cake and we can
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 bring you flowers
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We can bring you wine and we can
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 talk for hours
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Ukulele by request
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We'll throw you the best
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Abortion shower