Good morning Joan, now pick up your phone
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It was bad but just a dream and you are remembered
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Put on something pretty, go back to the city
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In town the sky's just space, no starlight in your face
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Listen to Eve, she's got stuff up her sleeve
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To her there's no excuse, you've gotta use before you get used
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Or talk to Louise, she knows all about freezin'
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She got lost in early May and now it's December
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I'd call on you if I could
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If you were less like me, I would
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Good morning Joan, did you wake up alone?
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Did you dream you woke up happy with a phone book full of names?
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Just forget about Mary, she says everything's scary
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She got locked inside her skin, get near her, she'll drag you in
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I'd call on you if I could
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If you were less like me I would
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Save you from this if I could
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If you were less like me, God knows I would
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Save you from this, spare us all this shit
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But you're all just like me, so I quit
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My name is yours, can I sleep on your floor?
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See, my heroes changed their minds and I lost my numbers
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Good Morning Joan
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| The Cardigans |
