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30 days is long enough |
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So baby I won't call you anymore |
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I wish you'd rush into my arms |
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But every wish I wish is bound to do me harm |
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The phone it rang around half past one |
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And then I pull the plug out of the wall |
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The conversations that I have |
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They don't amount to nothing |
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Except for the ugly thoughts I have |
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The doorbell rang around half past two |
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And when I walk back inside my day was through |
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I think I slept all afternoon |
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And when I woke at night the moon was full |
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The neon flashing in the streets |
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And then I walk through town to a lazy beat |
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I take the phone off of my ears |
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Cause the music don't sooth me |
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It just makes me bleed |
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I wonder if I'm done with thinking |
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This prison room will be my grave |
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But now I'm all alone and drinking |
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Although I surely lost the taste |
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In the morning when I woke |
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I heard a noisy television host |
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I switch the man out of my room |
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Cause the games they don't thrill me |
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They just make me blue |
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The window's open |
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The curtain flies |
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I see the ghost of you before my eyes |
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I shiver as I turn away |
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I see the phone is waiting |
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I dial and I pray |
