I can't make the damn phone ring.
It's simply pathetic if I call you anymore.
But I can't figure it now - We tallied our scores...
...I got knocked out.
I know when you come to town
I know where you drop your dime and whom it's for
But I'm not good enough to share your cup of coffee...
...15 years was long enough.
Look at me I'm an old colleague,
Another hard knocks day acquaintance.
Finally you are free of me
It must be true or you'd give a minute.
But it's always my fault -
Always it's your forgiveness.
This unbalanced resolve - I must be hateful.
So I hang up the phone,
Call it a small sacrifice,
You still hear me now.
Dear you, the final - it was blue.
Stalking poor Blake commiserating drunks at sea.
Do you remember when Jawbreaker rocked The boat?
I'm sure you do... and don't.
Look at me,
I'm an old fly buddy,
Another blue, coach class acquaintance
Finally you are free of me
It must be true 'cause it only makes sense
But I can still see you now,
Pictures are in every town.
I will still write this down I must be hateful.
So I hang up that phone,
Even at those lofty heights.
You still hear me -
Can you still hear me -
Do you still hear me now?

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