While I down Kentucky bourbon
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I am waiting for a call
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And the moon and stars tonight
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Are playing shadows on the wall
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With the moon the way it is, dear
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Would you answer out of spite
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Or are you feeling lonely tonight
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Cause I remember last time
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We were out under the stars
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Driving crooked down the highway
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Drinking beer in roadside bars
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And now and then I wonder
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Why this painful memory
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Can never find its way to you from me
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And I can't dial the phone just now
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Even though I know your number
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Can't bring my broken heart to be untrue
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Like you did today
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You'll say goodbye the same old way
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Ever since you hung up on me
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I'm hung up on you
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Well the house I'm ringing up from
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Is a half a mile from you
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But with the reception I'm getting
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Might as well be Timbuktu
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And behind the door of your home
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Is a strange and foreign land
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Where you speak a language I don't understand
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And I can't dial the phone just now
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Even though I know your number
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Can't bring my broken heart to be untrue
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Like you did today
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You'll say goodbye the same old way
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Ever since you hung up on me
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I'm hung up on you
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Now I'm going down to Jimmy's bar
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Like a thousand other times
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With an appetite for poison
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And a suitcase full of dimes
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And I'll wait there by the payphone
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With one hundred other guys
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With those sorry hung-up teardrops in our eyes
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And I can't dial the phone just now
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Even though I know your number
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Can't bring my broken heart to be untrue
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Like you did today
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You'll say goodbye the same old way
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Ever since you hung up on me
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I'm hung up on you
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Hung Up On You
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| Fountains Of Wayne |
