you're a silence on the phone
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yo're a song with just one f***ing note
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and i'm clued out cole
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like an off-color joke
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when i call collect to nyc
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everybody learns eventually
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to go hang it up
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you go hang it up
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it's really really easy
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yeah i put your letter down
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but this graffiti finds its way around
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i want to talk
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why you want to stop?
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it's impossible for me
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so here's my trick: when i hear your "hello"
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i know i'm listening to alcohol
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oh, i'm drunk on a call
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i heard you found some other guy
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some high note you thought i couldn't hit
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but i never tried
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no i never did
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collect to nyc
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| Heatmiser |
