| Green is the color of your paranoia’s eyes
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| You’re becoming one of those guys
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| Who see serpents in every shadow
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| Hiding in the grassy knoll
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| And that bitter pill has been stuck up in your core for far too long
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| Maybe its time you spit it out
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| And admitted that you were wrong
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| Is this it?
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| Is this how it ends?
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| With your delusions making strangers out of friends
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| And all the times I jumped to your defense when she left
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| Now you got me wondering if I wasted my breath
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| Pick up that lonely telephone, Yeah
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| Pick up that lonely telephone
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| (Telephone)
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| Yeah
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| (Telephone)
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| Regret, time, money and trouble are always on your mind
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| Building a great divide
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| Between the ones you share your history
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| And the fortress of your pride
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| Years have been unraveling
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| But you seem much the same
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| And those doom tinted spectacles always suited you quite well anyway
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| Is this it?
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| Is this how it ends?
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| You’d amputate your nose to spite your face again
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| And all the times I jumped to your defense when she’d gone
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| Now I’m closer to believing that I was wrong
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| Pick up that lonely telephone, Yeah
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| Pick up that lonely telephone
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| (Telephone)
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| Yeah
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| (Telephone)
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| We could have turned a page but you went and burned the book
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| Tell me you don’t recall the days when a call is all it took
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| You could pick up that lonely telephone
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| Pick up that lonely telephone
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| You could pick up that lonely telephone
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| Pick up that lonely telephone
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| Pick up that lonely telephone, Yeah
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| Pick up that lonely telephone, Yeah
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| (Telephone)
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| Is this it?
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| Is this how it ends?
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| With your delusions making strangers out of friends
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| Out of friends |