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I've called from every run down phone booth in Atlanta, Georgia |
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Tryin' to find someone to tell me where you'd gone |
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I begged and pleaded with your mama 'til she gave me this number |
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Honey, we can work it out |
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Just come back home |
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'Cause there's a whole lotta love on the line |
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And all I need is a chance to change your mind |
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Don't hang up the phone, 'cause everything's not gone |
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Think about it, baby |
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There's a whole lotta love on the line |
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All this distance that's come between us has gone far enough |
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And now I know that closer to you is where I belong |
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And that feelin' I'm feelin' inside is what I'm tryin' to send through these wires |
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Oh, darling who cares |
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Who's right or who's wrong |
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'Cause there's a whole lotta love on the line |
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And all I need is a chance to change your mind |
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Don't hang up the phone, 'cause everything's not gone |
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Think about it, baby |
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There's a whole lotta love on the line |
