| listening in to the voice on the line
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| says it’s in trouble but you’ve lost it now
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| all those lovers in and out of my mind
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| so when you gonna come over and waste my time
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| it’s a strange thing
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| how I’m mystified
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| by the angels all calling my precious name
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| and the same way they call for you
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| you know that feeling when a ghost walks by
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| rush of blood and chills in the spine
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| well i get that feeling every time
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| walking through the mall in the broad daylight
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| just feels so empty
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| with so many people around
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| when you get the bad news on the phone
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| already in a wheelchair, so cancer now
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| it’s such a mystery, white trash thug king missing his crown
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| when there’s ice on the floor
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| there’s so much to forget
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| when it breaks i’ll be sure
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| you’ll be in both of us
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| there’s nothing you can say
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| you never saw this coming
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| but you can’t escape the feeling that this isn’t right
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| there’s nothing else to do
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| you never saw this coming
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| when you’ve fallen to the floor, never again gonna walk upright |