| Alone with the phone again
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| The deepening light seeps in my mind
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| Im desperate to hear a voice
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| Can this really be my choice?
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| Im fifty and Im tricky
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| And Im sick of being alone
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| Youre twenty-five and pretty
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| But youre old enough to know
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| That actions form a pattern
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| And the hearts the last to know
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| And Im waitin for another friend
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| Callin long distance again
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| My mind is an antique room
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| Theres overstuffed chairs and carpets too
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| Where nobody ever comes
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| Its a good place to run away from
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| And Im runnin from a love
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| With every step I take
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| And if I can fall for you then
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| From the last one I am saved
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| And its a cold grey wet december
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| Shity shity day
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| And Im waitin for another friend
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| Calling long distance again
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| Youre dark and your french voice is lovely
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| And youre bright eyes light the receiver across the miles
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| Im listening close and Im hoping
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| To learn love, but I dont know how
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| Calling long distance again
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| Calling long distance again
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| Im calling long distance again
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| Calling long distance again |