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Found myself staring into the cold ceiling thinking if this could be right. Weary soul and broken body, you found me when there were none to see. Right before this we condoned with friendship, but now you've got me thinking of ties more than them. With my flesh and bone by the telephone waiting, your overdue phone call. Stealing glances and hushing breaths you barely look at me now, only feign an ignorance and refuse to pick up where we left off. Call me a friend Call me a cheater Call me a liar Call me a lost enchanter But call me. Just once. Tonight.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 11:42 AM UTC
Your Call
Found myself staring into the cold ceiling thinking if this could be right. Weary soul and broken body, you found me when there were none to see. Right before this we condoned with friendship, but now you've got me thinking of ties more than them. With my flesh and bone by the telephone waiting, your overdue phone call. Stealing glances and hushing breaths you barely look at me now, only feign an ignorance and refuse to pick up where we left off. Call me a friend Call me a cheater Call me a liar Call me a lost enchanter But call me. Just once. Tonight.
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Feb 7, 2013
Feb 7, 2013 at 11:42 AM UTC
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