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Guess who's callin'? |
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Guess who's speakin'? |
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Let's act as if nothing happened |
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Four years of not being friend, |
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of not knowing what to think of this mess we made |
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It's late |
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But something over night should turn it all around |
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like things been never said |
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But I will not return |
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and you will not lean back |
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and drink to better days |
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And guess who's not too happy stuck in crappy jobs |
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self-restricted by domestic hypocrites |
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I still can't pay each and every one of them like before |
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you know |
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Then something over night should turn it all around |
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like things been never said |
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But I will not return |
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and you will not lean back |
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and drink to better times |
