| 30 days is long enough
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| So baby I don’t call you anymore
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| I wish you’d rush into my arms
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| But every wish I wish is bound to do me harm
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| The phone it rang 'round half past one
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| And then I pull the plug out of the wall
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| The conversations that I have
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| They don’t amount to nothing
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| Except for the ugly thoughts I have
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| The doorbell rang 'round half past two
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| And when I walk back inside my day was through
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| I think I slept all afternoon
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| And when I woke at night the moon was full
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| The neon flashing in the streets
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| I walk through town to a lazy beat
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| I take the phones off of my ears
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| 'Cause the music don’t sooth me
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| It just makes me bleed
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| I wonder if I’m done with thinking
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| This prison room will be my grave
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| But now I’m all alone and drinking
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| Altough I surely lost the taste
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| In the morning when I woke
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| I heard a noisy television host
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| I switch theman out of my room
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| 'Cause the games they don’t thrill me
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| They just make me blue
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| The window’s open
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| The curtain flies
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| I see the ghost of you before my eyes
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| I shiver as I turn away
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| I see the phone is waiting
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| I dial and I pray |