You left two weeks ago, seems like a month of Sundays and each time I called you're always gone.
And when you finally answered, your voice seems cold as ice and the next thing I heard was your dial tone.
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So call me sometime, I won't be on the line. Rest a**ured and know I'll be there.
Call me if you will and I will pay the bill. I'm at one eight hundred do you care.
I'm sitting here tonight, thinking "do you know my number". My hand stays on the phone most all the time.
And I'm wondering if you know, the trouble I've been through. So the next call you make won't cost a dime.