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Called him up in the evening
You could hear him but he wasn’t there
There was a photo by the telephone
You could see him but he wasn’t there
You got a lot of nice things, hey
And you can do what you like
But it’s the same thing every day
When you’re stuck on standby
It’s bright on the top side
But it feels like you’re in a hole
Just dying to get out
You can feel it taking its toll
Gotta be down to be up sometimes
So when it’s good it’s all so fine
There’s a strain against the grain
And what if this is
The best you can do
Nothing to fall on
Nowhere to run to
It’s bright on the top side
But it feels like you’re in a hole
Just dying to get out
You can feel it taking its toll
Gotta be down to be up sometimes
So when it’s good it’s all so fine
There’s a strain against the grain

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