| We flew here to see you
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| My feelings and I
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| I looked down on the city
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| From up in the sky
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| The sun was reflecting
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| From the roofs and the water
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| Spring had come early
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| In the parks and the old town
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| I came with a mission
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| To patch up a dream
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| We walked and I talked and my words were absorbed
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| Into the answering machine
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| I came two thousand miles
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| Just to take a look at you
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| But you were broken and frozen
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| A heartbreak of a statue
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| In the bullet-proof mirrors
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| Where your eyes used to be
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| I stared at myself and I called for some help
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| Into the answering machine
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| The day slipped by and I tried and tried
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| You took me home and you said
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| «Goodnight, Sleep tight»
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| On the floor by the bedroom door
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| I watched you sleep and I left before first light
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| The bugs don’t bite
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| The bugs don’t bite
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| The bugs bite
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| From the land of the frozen
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| To the land of the low
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| We journeyed together
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| But we were always alone
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| So if I should come calling
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| Best not pick up the phone
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| Cause I’m no good for you and you’re no good for me
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| Let me talk to the answering machine
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| I can cope with the answering machine
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| I’m a friend of the answering machine |