And it all comes back to you.
I join the queue on your answerphone,
and all I am is holding breath.
Just pick up.
I know you're there.
Can't you hear I'm not myself?
Well go ahead and lie to me.
You could say anything;
small talk will be just fine.
Your voice is everything.
We owe it to love,
and it all depends on you.
So listen up.
This sun hasn't set.
I
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