Round and round the dial turns
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Your finger itches but your vanity hurts
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So you cross your friends off one by one
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Either they're busy or they are no fun
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Well, you can call me whenever you want
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You can call me if your mouth needs to run
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Your number's up, it's by request
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Do you have something to confess?
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I'm out of touch, you're out of breath
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Do you have something to confess?
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So round and round the dial turns
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Your finger itches but your vanity hurts, oh
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And you know that all your friends will scream in horror
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When they find you hanged by a phone cord
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Well, you can call me whenever you want
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Yeah, you can call me if your mouth needs to run
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Your number's up, it's by request
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Do you have something to confess?
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I'm out of touch, you're out of breath
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Do you have something to confess?
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You're out of touch, I'm out of breath
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Have you got something to confess?
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Confess
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Phantom Planet |