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Sorry to call you in the middle of the night
but my thoughts have kept me thinking about some things in my life
I got your number from a friend who told me
that it'd be all right to call you if I ever need
Someone to show me things in a different light
and let me choose what's wrong and what's right
Please pick up the phone
I need to talk, I know you're at home
If you're screening your calls
I know you're busy and I won't keep you long
If you know everything that happens to me
Why do I have to ask you for things that I need
what about people who don't even call
'cause they don't have the number, do you help them at all?
will you show me things in a different light
and let me choose what's wrong and what's right
Well, I've moved away and I'm out on my own
Do you ever get lonely living alone?
Can we just talk about it
won't you pick up the phone
Every night I sit and stare
at the wall in front of my face imagining you're there
talking back to me so that everyone can see
that I'm not so crazy after all
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