It's almost twelve o'clock but what's one more night
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Among so many nights I sit here all alone
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Though I must admit by now I'm used to it
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And I'm not surprised that you're not home
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Since you've grown tired of me I guess eventually
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I'll get tired too of waiting some night
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But until I do would it be too much to ask of you
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To just call me and tell me you're all right
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It would only take a dime and the time it takes to call
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And all I wanna know is that you're all right that's all that's all
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I know that it's too late we're gonna separate
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I'd be a fool to think we could go on
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And I know by now how I've failed you as a wife somehow
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And some of my feelings for this shell of a home are gone
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Yes it's too late for me and you there's not much left for us to do
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But I still worry about you every night
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So until we're really through is it too much to ask of you
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To just call me and tell me you're all right
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I'd do that much for you if you ever asked me to
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Just call me and tell me you're all right
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Just Call Me
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| Donna Fargo |
