| You call me wasted
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| You call me a sad sack of bones
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| You call me anytime you want to
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| Even call me to tell me to thank you for calling
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| You call me reckless
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| You call me the emperor of moan
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| You call me anything you want to
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| And then you beg me not to leave you alone
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| Call me up when you see me right
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| Call me up when you see the light
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| Call me up, let me hear your cries
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| Call me back when you finally realise
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| We can’t turn the clock back
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| But we can wind it up again
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| You call me impossible
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| You call me an acquaintance not your mate
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| Sometimes you really get mad and then you call me your favourite thing to hate
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| Wake me up in the middle of the night just to tell me you’ll be late
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| You can’t see what you’re trying to hide
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| You can’t lick your wounds cos they’re deep inside
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| Can’t talk sweet talk when you can’t think straight
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| Hold that thought while you hesitate
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| Until it’s dark enough for you to see the stars
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| Now you’re out you can stay away
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| Call me up when you’ve got something nice to say
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| I’m kind of tired but I still can wait
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| Till you change how you operate
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| Don’t hate till it’s too late
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| With no time to heal the scars
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| You call me lonely
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| Picking roses on my own
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| You got me jumping and running and hiding at the sound of your cruel telephone
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| Then you howl when I don’t pick it up, you’re like a dog without a bone |