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Do you need the service?
Do you need to call me daily?
Do you have reasons for calling at all?
Is something on your mind?
Is something wrong? i get the feeling
That you're laughing at my quiet surprise
My silhouette is changing
As i'm aging by your window
And i focus on a light by your face
Call me `the operator'
Making comments "he's so technical"
Or "i've absolutely nothing to do"
Recycle all my photographs
I'll leave a picture of the queen
And no one has to know i was there
Me, i'm so ashamed
You're all connected to my number
And the conversation's only polite
I'll wear my old grey raincoat
Just in case you're `confidential'
Make up stories like "the screen fades away"
Today it's in a taxi
By the station, and it's raining
And i wonder how they all made it before
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