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(Verse) Well, you said that you would call me |
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And you didn't call me |
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I gave you up for dead |
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And I was working on a backbone |
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Chiseling a tombstone |
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When you called me up and said |
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Through a wall of heavy breathing |
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You thought it was relieving |
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To be out on your own |
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How a voice that used to fill me |
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Cut me up and kill me |
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On the fucking telephone (Chorus) |
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You did not even send me airborne, anyway |
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Why in the world |
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I hung around, it's hard to say (Verse) |
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Well, it was just another |
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Thursday Like any other |
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Thursday Except that we were through |
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We were wading in the concrete |
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Digging through the scrap heap |
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Deciding what belonged to who |
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And all the treasure from the good days |
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Was going through the last phase |
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Of yours and yours and mine |
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When something from the yours pile |
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Shattered on the floor tile |
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And you went off like |
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Frankenstein (Chorus x2) |
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You did not even send me airborne, anyway |
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Why in the world |
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I hung around, it's hard to say (Verse) |
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I think it's clear that |
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I adore you |
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I didn't mean to bore you |
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Or grind it in so deep |
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I had to place another call |
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Didn't think that you would fall in |
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With the company you keep |
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And you tell me that you love me |
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But you don't really love me |
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You remind me every day |
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When you're living on the flood plain |
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It doesn't take a hard rain |
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To wash it all away (Chorus x2) |
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You did not even send me airborne, anyway |
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Why in the world |
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I hung around, it's hard to say |
