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Two-thirty on a Monday morning, I go |
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No particular worry or care |
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Down Santa Monica Boulevard, real slow |
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Just to see if that lady's still there |
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I don't know if I should |
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But maybe I could ask her something |
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I wonder 'bout the place she calls her home |
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You're not alone |
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Lady on the phone |
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Who are you calling |
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Who are you talking to now |
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Lady on the phone |
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Who knows your number |
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Who lives in your world and how |
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So another day comes round, life goes |
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On and lady's still making that call |
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No need to tell her there's a world out there |
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She knows |
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She just doesn't seem worried at all |
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I see someone in there |
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Beauty with the reddest of hair |
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And maybe not such a long, long time ago |
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You're not alone |
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(Chorus) |
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When there are no more dimes to spend |
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Do operators call you friend |
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Does anybody know your name |
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Call me I'll play your game |
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I know |
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You're not alone |
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