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Jill, it's Amanda, just waving from London I know that you're going tomorrow, the hardest decision And I've been on the side of the phone for a month And I know you're in hell and you know that I know what you're feeling Life's such a bitch, isn't it? When you have a baby, they throw you a party And then when you die they get together for a cry But no one's gonna celebrate you No one's gonna bring you cake And no one's gonna shower you with flowers The doctor won't congratulate you No one on that pavement's gonna Shout at you that your heart also matters I'm not sure that you'll get this in time I don't know if you're checking your voicemail at all But in case it's the morning And you're off at the green line and walking through Copley I want you to stop for a second, I want you to listen You don't need to offer the right explanation You don't need to beg for redemption or ask for forgiveness And you don't need a courtroom inside of your head Where you're acting as judge and accused and defendant and witness Letras de cancionesIt's a strange grief but it's grief Look at all the women in the street You know the statistics, Jill Even though they may not help Isn't it amazing How we can never tell Who is in an identical hell No one's gonna celebrate you No one's gonna bring you cake And no one's gonna shower you with flowers The doctor won't congratulate you No one on that pavement's gonna Shout at you that your heart also matters No one's gonna compliment you No one's gonna nod their head And wink in league with what you are pursuing No one's gonna tie surprise balloons Onto your desk at work And no one's gonna ask you how you're doing But I'll be back in Boston by next Thursday Why don't I come over? I can bring some friends if you want us to come We can bring you cake and we can bring you flowers We can bring you wine and we can talk for hours Ukulele by request We'll throw you the best Abortion shower From Letras Mania