| You are like a bird, you will laugh when you want to laugh
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| And then you’re cold like a lady in an old tinted photograph
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| Hello, caller, I’m away from home
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| Be true and leave your name upon my phone
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| You are like the surf, you will crash when you want to crash
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| And then you’re cold like the waving of your own artificial lash
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| Now I don’t trust the grapevine, but I heard you’re coming through
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| I’m sticking with my greeting, I’ve got one more dream to do
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| Hello, caller, I’m away from home
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| Be true and leave your name upon my phone
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| Then, like a dream, the little speaker said, «I just know you’re lying there in
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| your bed…»
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| I’m so sorry, and so far from home
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| Be true and leave your name upon my phone
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| Hello, caller, I’m away from home
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| Be true and leave your name upon my phone |