| Hello, how are you?
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| Have you been alright through all those lonely
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| Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely nights?
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| That’s what I’d say, I’d tell you everything
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| If you pick up that telephone, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, and now in the trapline babe
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| Get your ass anything
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| No jesus in my fucking piece
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| No ground beneath my fucking feet
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| I got wings, miligrams, xans with the lean
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| Kiss me trought the telephone, i know you a freak
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| Contain my feelings deep inside, won’t let that shit leak
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| Hit me when she try to slide, but duck me when i need
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| Conversations tend to fade, number on delete
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| Describing me as somebody dont wanna meet
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| Pick up the phone, im just tryna get beneath the sheets
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| Beneath the earth, killing me, tryna get between
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| Beneath the emotions i know you can hear that ring
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| Hello, how are you?
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| Have you been alright through all those lonely
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| Lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely nights?
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| That’s what I’d say, I’d tell you everything
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| If you pick up that telephone, yeah, yeah, yeah |