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I could almost remember your face |
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When I heard your voice today |
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I could see your lips moving |
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At the other end of the receiver |
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It was almost a very good bye |
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But dial tones tend to make me cry |
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I call back within moments |
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You laugh and don't even ask why |
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That's what we do |
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Can we do it |
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Until we die |
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You don't see me but |
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I feel so exposed |
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Each time there's a pause on the phone |
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I wish there was another button to press |
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So I could read your mind |
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In heaven we won't have to call |
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I'll be with you, spring, summer and fall |
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But for now soon you'll be here |
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And heal in my arms as the night goes by |
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That's what we do |
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Can we do it |
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Until we die |
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So for now soon you'll be here |
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And heal in my arms as the night goes by |
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That's what we do |
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Can we do it |
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Until we die |
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That's what we do |
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Can we do it |
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Until we die |
