| Sure you haven’t got the wrong number
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| You sure it’s me you wanna talk to tonight?
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| Everyone in town’s got your number
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| Everybody’s got you pegged right
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| Is that why you got in touch with me?
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| I guess, you must be runnin' out of fools
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| When you went and left me there crying
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| Your goodbye was even colder than ice
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| It didn’t bother you, I was crying
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| And now you wanna break my heart twice
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| Is that why you got in touch with me?
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| I guess, you must be runnin' out of fools
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| Guess you got back
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| (Guess you got)
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| To my name
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| (To my name)
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| In your little black book
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| Listen, tell you what
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| (Tell you what)
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| I bet you forgot
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| (You forgot)
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| How I even look
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| So, go ahead with all your sweet talking
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| Go ahead for all the good it can do Have yourself a dime’s worth of talking
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| And then I’m gonna hang right up on you
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| 'Cause this time, you’re not
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| You’re not getting through to me
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| I guess, you must be runnin' out of fools
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| Even fools like me, even fools like me I said you’re runnin' out of fools
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| Even old fools like me They’re just runnin' out, runnin' out of fools
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| Runnin' out of fools |