| Standing at the window looking out with both hands on the phone pressed to my
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| ear
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| I lean my forehead against the glass
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| And it’s cold against my skin
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| I run my fingers along the shape of the phone searching out every seam and
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| crevice
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| Looking for the way in
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| The phone rings in my ear again and a machine you comes on
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| And tells me to leave a message and you’ll call
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| I think now that if I try, if I try, if I concentrate hard enough
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| I can change myself into something else
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| Then I’ll be able to pour myself into this wire
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| Travel across these lines and find my way to you
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| Or maybe there’s another trick, another spell
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| And I could change you
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| And I’d draw you to me
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| Pull you to me
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| Crawl to me
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| Draw you to me
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| Pull you to me
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| Call you to me
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| Crawl to me |