| I used to dial your number
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| We used to say hello
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| We’d shoot the breeze
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| And burn off someone’s ears that we both know
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| Then you got tired of talking
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| And you needed an escape
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| So you went and laid your money down
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| For this telephone answering tape
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| And now you leave it on every night and day
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| So you can screen your calls
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| You erase the ones you don’t really care about at all
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| Well, you play that tape like it was something you were born to do
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| Sometimes I think maybe girl, it’s the tape that’s playing you
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| So you’d better wake up Miss hard-to-get
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| I’m a waitin' on the other end
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| You can put the world on hold
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| But you can’t hold a friend
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| And if you ever want to put this conversation back in shape
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| Don’t call me cuz I’ll call you
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| When you take off that tape
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| Well now I dial your number
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| Cuz I know you won’t be home
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| And I get to get it off of my chest
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| As soon as I hear the tone
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| I’ll tell that tape the words
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| I couldn’t say right to your face
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| You’re gonna find out how I feel
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| When you play back that tape
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| Well you’d better wake up Miss hard-to-get
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| I’m a waitin' on the other end
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| You can put the world on hold
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| But you can’t hold a friend
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| And if you ever want to put this conversation back in shape
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| Don’t call me cuz I’ll call you
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| When you take off that tape
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| Now don’t call me cuz I’ll call you
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| When you take off that tape |