here it is 3 am and im sleeping again talkin to myself just like you were here tvs yellin at me tellin me that im depressed i guess its true cant quit thinkin of you there it is plugged in the wall across the room like the whiskey its tempting me to talk to you if i dial your number baby please dont pick it up theres no tellin what id say just let it ring yeah just let the voicemail play dont say hello then ill know that door is closed and windows shut dont pick it up dont pick it up dont pick it up i still see that that look written all across your face was it love or something with the same sweet taste if i could spin around somehow and make my wrong turns right you know i would and i just might tonight if i dial your number baby please dont pick it up theres no tellin what id say just let it ring yeah just let the voicemail play dont say hello then ill know that door is closed and windows shut dont pick it up dont pick it up dont pick it up the bottles empty theres something in me thats gotta call i know its wrong are we over is it gone i gotta know here i go dont pick it up theres no tellin what id say just let it ring yeah just let the voicemail play dont say hello then ill know that door is closed and windows shut dont pick it up dont pick it up dont pick it up
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