| I heard a cry at night, I heard him slam the door
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| There was a screech of tyres, but he’ll be back for sure
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| Now through my apartment wall, I can hear her sweet tears startin' to fall
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| So cry, baby, wash out your heart
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| Hang your life out to dry and make a new start
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| Then came a telephone ring, it was a logical thing
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| I left it for a while, I let her hang up and redial
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| Then I picked up the telephone, 'n I said «Don't worry, honey
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| No no no, no no no, you’re not alone»
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| It was a tale unwound, I’d heard it all before
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| And nothin' I could say would ever ease her pain
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| Still I picked up the telephone, 'n I said «Don't worry, honey
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| No no no, no no no, no no no, no no no, you’re not alone»
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| Chorus repeats out |