| I would have called again, but then
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| What if you wouldn’t answer?
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| Much like the times I’ve called before
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| I know you reach out when you can
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| Put all your daily chores to bed
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| And when your heart and your brain isn’t racing anymore
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| Busy people in the burning sand
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| Take a look up from your looking glass, when you can
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| I would have moved your way, but then
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| You never would have asked me to
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| We never put each other out, we just put each other on
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| And so I keep you on my mantle
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| Right here beside my looking glass
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| Never far from how I see myself in this
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| Busy people in the burning sand
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| Take a look up from your looking glass, when you can
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| I would have given you my last dime
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| Ten silver pennies for to feed you with
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| I’m full of imaginary gifts
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| You called to tell me that I’m not alone
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| You write to show me you can reach my home
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| You mean to tell me that you’ve known all this time where it is?
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| I’m just playin', but
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| Busy people in the burning sand
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| Take a look up from your looking glass, when you can
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| I won’t take it when your call comes in
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| I’ll sit and listen to it afterwards
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| I’ll call you back when I’m feelin' good and done with this
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| (Oooos in the background)
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| Busy people in the burning sand
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| Take a look up from your looking glass, when you can
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| Busy people in the burning sand
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| Take a look up from your looking glass, when you can
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| When you can |