| She was kicking down the fence
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| Trying to hide the evidence
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| That would give her game away
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| But everything was as clear as day
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| I knew she had no more to give
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| She hated everything she did
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| And I could feel her restless mind
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| Calling out for love at crying time, crying time
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| All those days that seemed like years
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| The silence roaring in our ears
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| Then at night a ticking sound
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| The timebomb of the life we’d found
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| I watched her leave, my heart in flames
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| Fanned by all her other lovers names
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| And I could feel my restless mind
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| Calling out for love at crying time, crying time
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| Whisky, wine and cheap perfume
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| All those crowded bars and hotel rooms
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| Exotic rhythms to embrace
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| But everywhere is a lonely place
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| And so down and down and down I go
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| But where I’m going, well I sure don’t know
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| And I can feel my restless mind
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| Calling out for love at crying time, crying time
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| You’ll be calling out for love at crying time, crying time
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| Whisky, wine and cheap perfume
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| All those crowded bars and hotel rooms
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| Exotic rhythms to embrace
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| But everywhere is the same old place
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| And so down and down and down I go
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| But where I’m going, well I sure don’t know
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| And I can feel my restless mind
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| Calling out for love at crying time, crying time
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| We’ll I said, down and down and down I go
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| But where I’m going, well I sure don’t know
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| But I can feel my restless mind
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| Calling out for love at crying time, crying time
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| Down I go
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| Hear me calling out for love at crying time, crying time
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| Down I go
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| And I keep calling out for love at crying time, crying time |