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She was kicking down the fence trying to hide the evidence
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that would give her game away
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but everything was as clear as day
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I knew she had no more to give, she hated everything she did
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and I could feel her restless mind
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calling out for love at crying time
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All those days that seemed like years
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the silence roaring in our ears
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then at night a ticking sound
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the timebomb of the life we'd found
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I watched her leave, my heart in flames
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fanned by all her other lovers' names
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and I could feel my restless mind
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calling out for love at crying time
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Whisky, wine and cheap perfume; all those crowded bars
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and hotel rooms
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Exotic rhythms to embrace
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but everywhere is a lonely place
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so down and down and down I go
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but where I'm going, well I sure don't know
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But I can feel my restless mind
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calling out for love at crying time
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Calling Out For Love (At Crying Time)
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| Marshall Crenshaw |
