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Dec 2011
When the pages of life
Get worn burnt and torn
And when your eyes are red
And can't remember what was said
Just call on me once or twice baby
I promise to never say maybe

When haste drips like paste
From the nails of your finger tips
Don't sit and linger watching lips
For the smoke in your mind is for real
Just call on me once or twice baby
I promise I won't tell you maybe

As you make your way to my place
I'll shout out "This ain't about the race!"
And the grey clouds will turn white
No longer having to put up a fight
Call on me once or twice baby
You won't ever be hearing maybe

If you start to believe your worries
And all your friends seem in a hurry
You say, "Hello, how are you?" to strangers
And they walk on acting as if they were saner
Just call on me once or twice baby,
You won't ever hear a maybe

After the sun on you and I has set
And the fishermen have reeled in their nets
Your stomach is done n' empty
And death starts to look tempting
Call on me once or twice,
Cause you'll never hear a maybe

When the Lord throws out His designs
And the angels have sent in their papers to resign
Where heaven seems like a cheap rip off
And road signs show no way to start or stop
When the newspapers are burning
With no story to keep your mind turning
Make sure to call on me once or twice baby,
I promise never to say maybe
Written by
Mitchell
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