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Sorry to call you in the middle of the night
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but my thoughts have kept me thinking about some things in my life
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I got your number from a friend who told me
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that it'd be all right to call you if I ever need
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Someone to show me things in a different light
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and let me choose what's wrong and what's right
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Please pick up the phone
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I need to talk, I know you're at home
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If you're screening your calls
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I know you're busy and I won't keep you long
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If you know everything that happens to me
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Why do I have to ask you for things that I need
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what about people who don't even call
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'cause they don't have the number, do you help them at all?
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will you show me things in a different light
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and let me choose what's wrong and what's right
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Well, I've moved away and I'm out on my own
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Do you ever get lonely living alone?
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Can we just talk about it
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won't you pick up the phone
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Every night I sit and stare
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at the wall in front of my face imagining you're there
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talking back to me so that everyone can see
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that I'm not so crazy after all
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pick up the phone
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EVAN AND JARON |