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Alone with the phone again |
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The deepening light seeps in my mind |
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I'm desperate to hear a voice |
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Can this really be my choice? |
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I'm fifty and i'm tricky |
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And i'm sick of being alone |
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You're twenty-five and pretty |
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But you're old enough to know |
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That actions form a pattern |
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And the heart's the last to know |
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And i'm waitin' for another friend |
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Callin' long distance again |
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My mind is an antique room |
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There's overstuffed chairs and carpets too |
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Where nobody ever comes |
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It's a good place to run away from |
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And i'm runnin' from a love |
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With every step i take |
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And if i can fall for you then |
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From the last one i am saved |
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And it's a cold grey wet december |
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Shity shity day |
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And i'm waitin' for another friend |
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Calling long distance again |
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You're dark and your french voice is lovely |
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And you're bright eyes light the receiver across the miles |
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I'm listening close and i'm hoping |
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To learn love, but i don't know how |
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Calling long distance again |
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Calling long distance again |
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I'm calling long distance again |
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Calling long distance again |