| I called her up to say I’m sorry
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| I just can’t have lunch today
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| Cause the boss just called
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| And he’s flying in from L. A
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| And as the phone rang
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| I remembered the time
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| How simple things used to be
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| Then her voice came on the line
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| Not her, but the answer machine
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| She said I’m sorry, I can’t take your call
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| Cause I’m packing up to away
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| And John, if that’s you
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| You’re just cancel the lunch anyway
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| Oh you used to find the time
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| But now you don’t even try
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| So at the sound of the tone
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| You’re on your own… goodbye
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| I ran down to the street and I caught a cab
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| God I had to get back home
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| But the house was empty
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| Except for the code-a-phone
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| And as the tears came I remembered the time
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| How happy we used to be
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| And I’ll never forget the
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| Last words she ever said to me
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| She said I’m sorry, I can’t take your call
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| Cause I’m packing up to away
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| And John, if that’s you
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| You’re just cancel the lunch anyway
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| Oh you used to find the time
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| But now you don’t even try
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| So at the sound of the tone
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| You’re on your own… goodbye
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| She said you used to find the time
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| But now you don’t even try
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| So at the sound of the tone
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| You’re on your own… goodbye |