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Called him up in the evening
You could hear him but he wasnât there
There was a photo by the telephone
You could see him but he wasnât there
You got a lot of nice things, hey
And you can do what you like
But itâs the same thing every day
When youâre stuck on standby
Itâs bright on the top side
But it feels like youâre in a hole
Just dying to get out
You can feel it taking its toll
Gotta be down to be up sometimes
So when itâs good itâs all so fine
Thereâs a strain against the grain
And what if this is
The best you can do
Nothing to fall on
Nowhere to run to
Itâs bright on the top side
But it feels like youâre in a hole
Just dying to get out
You can feel it taking its toll
Gotta be down to be up sometimes
So when itâs good itâs all so fine
Thereâs a strain against the grain