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Picked up the phone
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Dialed your number, click
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I can't forget the way things used to be
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1 - Felt so good
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Had me saying, uhh
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You know it ain't always money
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But don't it sound funny
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Every day is Monday when I'm loving no one
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2 - Is it reality
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To think true love was made for me
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Cuz of the pain I feel when the phone rings
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And it ain't for me
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Most of the time
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I read myself to sleep
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Seven days a week
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And I can go on and on and only see
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What this time could mean
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I'm running out of love
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Late at night
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When there's no one around
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I could feel the tingle in my hand
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Repeat 1
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Repeat 2
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3 - I'm running out of love
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All out of love
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I'm running out of love
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All out of love
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Running out of love
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All out of love
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I'm running out of love
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All out of love
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I remember love
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I remember like it was yesterday
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I remember love
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Picked up the phone
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Dialed your number, click
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Repeat 2
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Repeat 2
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Repeat 2
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Repeat 3 until fade
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Reality
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Elusion |