| Every single phone call
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| Is so disappointing these days
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| And it feels like the opening shot
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| Of a film I could never sit through
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| You’re going to regret the fact
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| That you’ve taken things so lightly
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| Stop wasting all this time
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| Stop wasting all this time
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| I could find so much dirt
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| That it sticks to your fingers
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| It’ll ruin everything you touch
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| And everyone you contact
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| I’ll find so much dirt
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| That it sticks to your fingers
|
| It’ll ruin everything you touch
|
| And everyone you contact
|
| Every single phone call
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| Rings like a death threat these days
|
| And it feels like the opening shot
|
| Of a film I could never sit through
|
| You’re going to regret the fact
|
| That you’ve taken things so lightly
|
| Stop wasting all this time
|
| Stop wasting all this time
|
| I could find so much dirt
|
| That it sticks to your fingers
|
| It’ll ruin everything you touch
|
| And everyone you contact
|
| I’ll find so much dirt
|
| That it sticks to your fingers
|
| It’ll ruin everything you touch
|
| And everyone you contact
|
| I could find so much dirt
|
| That it sticks to your fingers
|
| It’ll ruin everything you touch
|
| And everyone you contact
|
| I’ll find so much dirt
|
| That it sticks to your fingers
|
| It’ll ruin everything you touch
|
| And everyone you contact |