| I see the Atlantic
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| But you see a different moon
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| Don’t call me dramatic
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| People call who they wanna talk to
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| Don’t blame it on the distance
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| Don’t blame it on the blues
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| Don’t blame it on being English
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| People call who they wanna talk to
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| Give me a dirty look
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| Scream 'til you’re blue in the face
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| Throw punches and tell me you hate me
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| I’ll handle it all with grace
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| But there’s one thing I know
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| To be true
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| That you can’t deny
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| People call who they wanna talk to
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| Silence paints a thousand words
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| Your picture only paints a few
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| I’m tired of knocking at your door
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| You would call if you wanted to
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| Give me a dirty look
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| Scream 'til you’re blue in the face
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| Throw punches and tell me you hate me
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| I’ll handle it all with grace
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| But there’s one thing I know
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| To be true
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| That you can’t deny
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| People call who they wanna talk to
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| People call
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| People write
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| Near or far
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| People try
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| Ooh, it’d be easy I know
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| If I lived on the road
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| People call who they wanna talk to
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| People call who they wanna talk to |