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Call my number, I answer the phone |
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It's a daydream, baby |
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I feel so alone right now |
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You don't care anyhow |
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I'm not the sharpest tool in the shed |
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But I understand everything that he said to me |
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It don't go down easy |
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But I've been trying to tell you |
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Shit hasn't gotten any better for some time |
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Still hearts can still be kind |
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My baby, my, my baby |
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Cross streets without looking |
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Would he die with me, die with me, die with me? |
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What's the difference I'd still feel the same |
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Even though I'm not supposed to |
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Though I know he's miles away |
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He still calls me baby |
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I know that distance makes the heart grow fond |
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But how the hell is it ever supposed to overcome |
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Gaps in photo albums |
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So I push my feet so and barely miss the bedpost in the dark |
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And I answer the phone |
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His voice sounds better than in person |
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To my aching heart |
