| And the funny thing is it has no end
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| I try to call you up, at 2am
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| In a crowded bar, your ringer tones
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| Grab my mind
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| I can see you through the phone,
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| The phone, the phone
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| And I’m wide awake at home
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| At home, at home
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| So think I’ll seem like (?)
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| And hope you don’t catch
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| The bourbon on my breath
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| My breath, my breath
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| Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street
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| And the cars fly through the Bowery
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| I come to your door and I hear a moan
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| Then another voice, so Christ, she’s not alone
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| Alone, alone
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| And my heart sinks like a stone
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| A stone, a stone
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| And the tears won’t even come
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| I feel so numb
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| So swept aside, so dumb
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| So dumb, so dumb
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| When the words are wrong
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| And my patience gone
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| Will you tell me Does this mean you’re moving on?
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| From the balcony, you call my name
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| I see you standing in the rain
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| Your words so dry, your face so wet
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| Said I broke your heart,
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| But it hasn’t happened yet
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| I’ll bet, your friends all hate me now
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| I get the strangest looks,
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| From that bitchy crowd
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| And though, they must think
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| They have every reason to I guess I’m still not quite yet over you
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| When the words are wrong
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| And you’re hanging on Another guy’s arm
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| Does this mean you’re moving on? |