Now when I´m sick and tired and I´m far away from home
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I need to hear your voice on the telephone
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That´s just what I need to feel at home
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No matter how far away I am, how bad I feel
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`Cause there´s no greater thrill in my life
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Than to hear your sweet voice in my ear, it´s nice
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It makes the miles apart not so far
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Brings hope to me like a shining star
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I get so tired out when I reach over and dial out
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And all I get is the stupid machine it says
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"I´m not at home right now
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If you know what I mean
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So if you will leave your name and number
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Sometime I´ll give you a call back and if you don´t
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I won´t make time for you no more, Jack"
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See I´m sick and tired of layin´ alone
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I get these cold sweats when I´m far away from home
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And if I could just hear your voice one more time
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I might have a little inspiration to continue
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My life in a way that I can that doesn´t seem
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So destructive as I am but it´s OK if I don´t
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get you today, I´ll just listen to your
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Answering machine Ok fucked up piece of
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shit 30 seconds and I´m cut off
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no return calls (once a week)
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Telephone (Dial 555-TUNA)
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| Flipper |
