And the funny thing is, it has no end
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I try to call you up, at 2am
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In a crowded bar, your ringer tones
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Grab my mind
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I can see you through the phone,
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The phone, the phone
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And I'm wide awake at home
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At home, at home
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So I think I'll see my coquette
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And hope you don't catch
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The bourbon on my breath
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My breath, my breath
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Catch a cab outside on Seventh Street
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And the cars fly through the Bowery
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I come to your door and I hear a moan
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Then another voice, so Christ, she's not alone
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Alone, alone
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And my heart sinks like a stone
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A stone, a stone
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And the tears won't even come
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I feel so numb
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So swept aside, so dumb
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So dumb, so dumb
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When the words are wrong
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And my patience gone
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Will you tell me
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Does this mean you're moving on?
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From the balcony, you call my name
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I see you standing in the rain
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Your words so dry, your face so wet
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Said I broke your heart,
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But it hasn't happened yet
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I'll bet, your friends all hate me now
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I get the strangest looks,
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From that bitchy crowd
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And though, they must think
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They have every reason to
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I guess I'm still not quite yet over you
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When the words are wrong
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And you're hanging on
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Another guy's arm
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Does this mean you're moving on?
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Does This Mean You're Moving On?
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| The Airborne Toxic Event |
