I miss the soft cold touch of your skin
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In the night when [?]
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I see your picture smashed to the ground
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But my heart begins to pound
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I've got your number but you're never at home
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I leave a message, please telephone
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It's so sad that you're not around
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It's bringing me down
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In the [?] where we would meet
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In a crowd where there's no one around
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It's such a sin, this mood I'm in
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Now that we got [?]
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I bet you're burning up on the town
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With every jerk and every clown
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I walk the streets, hear your voice in my head
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I [?] an empty bed
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I've got your number but you're never at home
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I leave a message, please telephone
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It's so sad that you're not around
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It's bringing me down
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I know my news[?] leave a lot to be desired
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But I thought that we had it made
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But I guess that I'm not so smart
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You're breakin' my heart
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I've got your number but you're never at home
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I leave a message, please telephone
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It's so sad that you're not around
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It's bringing me down
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Guess I'll pack up and leave this town
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With all its memories of you
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There's a [?], New York City
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I'll get by without you
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I miss the soft cold touch of your skin
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I've Got Your Number
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