| I call you on the telephone
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| Though I know you won’t be home
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| Like everyday, obsessively
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| Cause it’s like oxygen for me
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| The message plays, I hear your voice
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| Oh I know I’ve got no choice
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| The seconds pass and then you’re gone
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| But I’m just in Heaven
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| I hang on every word you say
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| Living without you
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| Just barely make it through the day
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| Thinking about you
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| I spend my days outside your door
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| I don’t know who I’m waiting for
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| The taxis stop then pass me by
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| No destination left to try
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| Walking past our record shop
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| No turntable still I stop
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| And touch the covers one by one
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| And I’m just in Heaven
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| I hang on every word you say
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| Living without you
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| Just barely make it through the day
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| Thinking about you
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| I hang on every word you say
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| Living without you
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| I don’t know how much longer I’ll stay
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| In a world without you
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| Without you
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| I hang on every word you say
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| Living without you
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| Just barely make it through the day
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| Thinking about you
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| I hang on every word you say
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| Living without you
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| I don’t know how much longer I’ll stay
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| Living without you
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| Living without you
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| Living without you
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| Living without you
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| Living without you |