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It gets so lonely in this hive
And in the evenings I just die
Your voice is bouncing off the walls
Is it enough to help me fall
Into better days

Is it only a sign
Of desolate times
That keep us parted
And if I traveled this telephone line
I don't know what I'd find

The mornings always feel so cold
Until you warm me through this phone

I couldn't paint you in my mind
Although I've tried a thousand times
But always come up blank

Is it only a sign
Of desolate times
That keep us parted
And if I traveled this telephone line

The summers in your eyes
Would be much more divine
Than glimpses in a dream

But should our paths collide
Beneath a summer sky
We'll find out what it means

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