| Death is on the telephone
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| I lie and say she isn’t home
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| If only he would make a move instead
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| He sleeps in her bed
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| Woah-oh
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| Sleeps in her bed
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| Woah-oh
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| I waste away my days with you
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| I’d rather spend them like you do
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| All skin and bones
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| But in your eyes, I say to you
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| You’re still alive, woah-oh
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| Still alive, woah-oh
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| Oh this year’s been a drag, who knew it’d be so bad
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| This year’s been a drag, who knew it’d be so bad
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| And I’m caught in one, I just wanna have fun
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| But I’m caught in one, I just wanna have fun
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| You can tell me time will heal
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| But you don’t know the way I feel
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| I never had imagined death
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| Beyond the vague and cold last breath
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| But now I see his many forms
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| The way he builds up like a storm
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| And all the pain and all the sighs
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| The world I’m in… my mother’s eyes
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| Woah-oh
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| In her eyes
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| Woah-oh
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| Oh this year’s been a drag, who knew it’d be so bad
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| This year’s been a drag, who knew it’d be so bad
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| And I’m caught in one, I just wanna have fun
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| But I’m caught in one, I just wanna have fun
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| But I’m caught in one, I just wanna have fun
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| But I’m caught in one, I just wanna have fun |