Alone with the phone again
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The deepening light seeps in my mind
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I'm desperate to hear a voice
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Can this really be my choice?
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I'm fifty and I'm tricky
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And I'm sick of being alone
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You're twenty-five and pretty
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But you're old enough to know
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That actions form a pattern
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And the heart's the last to know
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And I'm waitin' for another friend
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Callin' long distance again
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My mind is an antique room
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There's overstuffed chairs and carpets too
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Where nobody ever comes
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It's a good place to run away from
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And I'm runnin' from a love
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With every step I take
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And if I can fall for you then
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From the last one I am saved
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And it's a cold grey wet December
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Shity shity day
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And I'm waitin' for another friend
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Calling long distance again
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You're dark and your French voice is lovely
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And you're bright eyes light the receiver across the miles
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I'm listening close and I'm hoping
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To learn love, but I don't know how
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Calling long distance again
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Calling long distance again
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I'm calling long distance again
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Calling long distance again
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Long Distance
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| Iggy Pop |
