| Guess who’s callin'?
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| Guess who’s speakin'?
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| Let’s act as if nothing happened
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| Four years of not being friend
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| Of not knowing what to think of this mess we made
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| It’s late
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| But something over night should turn it all around
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| Like things been never said
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| But I will not return
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| And you will not lean back
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| And drink to better days
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| And guess who’s not too happy stuck in crappy jobs
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| Self-restricted by domestic hypocrites
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| I still can’t pay each and every one of them like before
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| You know
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| Then something over night should turn it all around
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| Like things been never said
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| But I will not return
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| And you will not lean back
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| And drink to better times |