| Eighteen minutes ago you called me on my phone
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| You said, «I'm sorry, why do I feel so alone?»
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| I said, «I'm sorry, is there anything that I can do?»
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| You said, «Care about me like you used to.»
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| I’m sleeping in a van most nights
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| It’s not ideal but I’ve never felt more alive
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| In fact, I’ve never felt quite exactly the way that I am
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| My friends are dying quicker than I possibly can
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| Nineteen minutes ago you called me on my phone
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| I’ve been keeping tabs on when I call you on the phone
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| So I call you every day but I guess if every day
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| Means some days then I call you every day
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| Beware that I’m not who I used to be
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| I’ve had a lot of things go wrong with me
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| And I’m sorry I’m not capable of lying
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| My parents, they are looking for my house
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| To find that Granite St.'s no longer where I live
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| Or send the mail to or the things that I don’t want to receive
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| My parents love me or at least now I’m alive to see
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| Twenty minutes ago you called me on my phone
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| You said, «Cameron, why do I feel so alone?»
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| I said, «I'm sorry, is there anything that I can do?»
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| You said, «Care about me like you used to.»
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| Not too long ago you called me on my phone
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| And I held back tears 'cause I was feeling so alone
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| I have to be stronger or at least much stronger than I’ve been
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| Like a father or the son, holy spirit, amen |