I called her up to say I'm sorry
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I just can't have lunch today
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Cause the boss just called
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and he's flying in from L.A.
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And as the phone rang
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I remembered the time
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How simple things used to be
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Then her voice came on the line
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not her, but the answer machine
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She said I'm sorry, I can't take your call
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cause I'm packing up to away
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And John, if that's you
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you're just cancel the lunch anyway
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Oh you used to find the time
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but now you don't even try
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So at the sound of the tone
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you're on your own...goodbye
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I ran down to the street and I caught a cab
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God I had to get back home
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But the house was empty
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except for the code-a-phone
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And as the tears came I remembered the time
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how happy we used to be
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And I'll never forget the
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last words she ever said to me
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She said I'm sorry, I can't take your call
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cause I'm packing up to away
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And John, if that's you
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you're just cancel the lunch anyway
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Oh you used to find the time
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but now you don't even try
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So at the sound of the tone
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you're on your own...goodbye
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She said you used to find the time
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but now you don't even try
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So at the sound of the tone
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you're on your own....goodbye
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At the Sound of the Tone
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| John Schneider |
