Cluttered little head and i'm living in bed
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And I'm a-waiting on an operation
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So help me operator, will you try it again?
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I'm in desperation's arms
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i know that's it's late and she's not awake
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But I've never ever been more ready
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... Pick up the phone
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I gotta tell you
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I remember one night in your parents' ride
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Under the light of the passing airplanes
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In the freezing cold a forever was told
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It came out in plain air
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So bottle never fear cause
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I've commandeered the number of your new beau's home
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But are you ever there?
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Miss runaway
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Get back to me
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I've never needed you more than right away
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Babe it's been a blast
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My new muse, she'll be so unamused
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But I've been bruised in the map of the memory
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Maybe her mail's a remarkable mess
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She'd get back to me by now
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So bottle never fear cause
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I've commandeered the number of her new beau's home
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But is she ever there?
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No
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Miss runaway
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Get back to me
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I've never needed you more than right away
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Babe it's been a blast
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Write back
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All the arguments are not the same without you
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And I don't care if you don't care but
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A messed up man must do what he needs to
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It's been a blast
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Write back
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All the arguments are not the same without you
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And I don't care if you don't care cause
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A messed up mind must do what it needs to.
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It's Been A Blast
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Hey Mercedes |