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I pick up the phone My fingers start to dial A number I've typed a hundred times Yet never called Cause what would I say That I'm sorry? That I'm going away? That you'll never see me again? No instead I turn it off and set it at my side Cause I'm not going to die tonight
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
Pick up the Phone
I pick up the phone My fingers start to dial A number I've typed a hundred times Yet never called Cause what would I say That I'm sorry? That I'm going away? That you'll never see me again? No instead I turn it off and set it at my side Cause I'm not going to die tonight
An answering machine never saved anyone.
Lzzy5xs
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Jun 17, 2019
Jun 17, 2019 at 8:19 PM UTC
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