(Verse)
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Telephone rings, a hopeful sound
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A heart jumps up and starts to pound
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And is shaking, making a choice
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Knows it¡¯s wrong, needs that voice
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Friday night, all alone
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Reach for the bottle, reach for the phone
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(Chorus)
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You only call me when you¡¯re feeling lonely
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You only call me when you¡¯re feeling blue
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I¡¯d never do anything that cruel to you
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(Verse)
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When something¡¯s over, it should end
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You don¡¯t want me for a lover, I can¡¯t bear to be your friend
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Won¡¯t you let this wounded heart alone
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And let the poor thing mend
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When something¡¯s over it should end
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(Chorus)
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You only call me when you¡¯re feeling lonely
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You only call me when you¡¯re feeling blue
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I¡¯d never do anything that cruel to you
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(Bridge)
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Your memory lives on the dark side of my heart
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A place I very rarely like to go
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But if I could find the light
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And somehow make it right
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I might not have to love you anymore
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(Verse)
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Like a junkie needs his dope and an old drunk needs his wine
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Condemned man only hopes to buy a little time
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When the promise of the dawn¡¯s not enough to get you through
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A night so black you start prayin for the blues
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(Chorus)
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You only call me when you¡¯re feeling lonely
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You only call me when you¡¯re feeling blue
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I¡¯d never do anything that cruel to you
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I¡¯d never do anything that cruel to you
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Cruel To You
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| Chris Wall |
