| I’ll try and call you tomorrow
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| But you know what I’m like
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| Excuses sound like a dial tone
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| I hear your voice recorded on the other side
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| Call me back when you get this
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| I start to think about rain
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| When we talk about last night
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| I see my own reflection in the words you say
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| Now the drugs don’t work the way they said they would
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| It’s like you just stand still
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| Facing time alone to make it all brand new
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| The indecision comes
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| Saw you leaving in a hurry
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| Is it something that I said?
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| And I was moulding in a corner
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| You said, «I think it might just all be in your head.»
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| Don’t leave me hanging on the line
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| Don’t leave me hanging on the line
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| Stay there till my phone die
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| Walk home by the Clydeside
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| And now the drugs don’t work the way they said they would
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| It’s like you just stand still
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| Facing time alone to make it all brand new
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| Indecision comes
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| Hallelujah, I’m coming home
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| I’m sorry that it took so long
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| I was living in an idea
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| In someone else’s mind |