| Yeah I might be a son of a bitch
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| But I still don’t get why you just won’t call me back
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| At night I just can’t sleep so in the afternoon
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| All I want to do is nap
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| And there my mind can wander aimlessly and always end on you
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| Until the daytime sleep takes over — let me guess — to dreams of you
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| I guess all this time and space and quiet between us makes me feel alone
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| Your arm must be so damn tired cause you just can’t find the strength
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| To pick up the phone
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| So i tell myself that it’s alright, i understand
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| That we’ve had enough between us, we can still be friends
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| Then i picture you, wandering through your day to day
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| All the things you see, all the words you say
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| And so, to you and me, i have a drink
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| Alone |