| You left two weeks ago, seems like a month of Sundays and each time I called
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| you’re always gone.
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| And when you finally answered, your voice seems cold as ice and the next thing
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| I heard was your dial tone.
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| So call me sometime, I won’t be on the line. |
| Rest assured and know I’ll be there.
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| Call me if you will and I will pay the bill. |
| I’m at one eight hundred do you
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| care.
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| I’m sitting here tonight, thinking «do you know my number». |
| My hand stays on the phone most all the time.
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| And I’m wondering if you know, the trouble I’ve been through. |
| So the next call
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| you make won’t cost a dime.
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| Chorus and end. |