| Don’t you call me anymore,
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| Don’t you call me anymore,
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| Arrive just to leave,
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| Like you did before.
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| You leave me on the run,
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| Scared of things that you have done,
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| You’re still not the scar,
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| And you’re still only young.
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| Don’t you see me anymore,
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| Don’t you see my sorry head,
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| As it hits the floor,
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| I’m blues-blinded.
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| Ohh-ohhh.
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| Ohh-ohh-ohhh.
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh.
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| Oh-ohh.
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| Oh-ohh.
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| Don’t you call me anymore,
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| I don’t want to hear, I’m sick of your singing.
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| Your voice isn’t silver to me now,
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| Your voice wasn’t silver before.
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| You’re the start to my end,
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| I may have made a few mistakes,
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| That I wish I could make them again,
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| I wish we were friends.
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| Ohh-ohh-ohhh,
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| I wish we were friends.
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh.
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| Oh-ohh.
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| Oh-ohh. |