| This is the second time I’ve called
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| But you never pick up so its all in my hands
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| I walk myself to your door, push air against you
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| But you, you never do talk, so its all in your eyes
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| This is the first time we’ve met,
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| Sit down and look at me straight
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| You never can tell, so its all in my hands
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| This is all out of hand
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| Why don’t you make some sense,
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| yeah Why don’t you tell me, why don’t you tell me
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| You never make much sense
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| You knew it would kill me, you knew it would kill me
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| This is the third time I’ve called,
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| but you’re never at home so I’m all overboard
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| This is the final straw,
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| you get one chance to come back
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| You never can tell if its all out of hand
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| I knew the moment I saw, I knew the moment I saw
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| You always can tell when its all overboard
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| And its gone overboard
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| Why don’t you make some sense, yeah
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| Why don’t you tell me, why don’t you tell me
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| You never make much sense
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| You knew it would kill me,
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| you knew it would kill me
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| Hey yeah… You knew…
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| There is a hole in this wall,
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| you never can tell if its all in my hands |
| I get the sense of the cold,
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| I get the shivers in my soul
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| You never can tell so I’m all overhead
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| Its more than anything
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| Why don’t you make much sense?
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| You never could tell me, you knew this would kill me
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| Why don’t you make much sense?
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| You never can tell me, you never could tell me |