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Hey

A hundreds of stories before I showed up

If they'd tell them to me, and pull photos up

And they're all connected like a pair of handcuffs

No one seemed effected that everyone had fucked

But there was a softness, some kind of understanding (understating)

Those 2 AM decisions, always shakey landings

And no one ever knew what could be demanded (be demanded)

Maybe it's the cards, the card that she was handed

You called me up from a pay phone

I said hang tight, I can drive you home

I pulled on up and with a southern accent

I offered you my dad's leather jacket, yeah

I met her at a party, she'd come straight from work

Complained that the regulars were all a bunch of jerks

She always looked tired, she dazzled as a drunk

She even pulled off her stupid haircut

She said, I don't need a sponsor or the best lover

Some man that sees me as some fixer-upper

The last few years meant I've been running for cover (running)

Trying to sleep so I can visit my mother

You called me up from a pay phone

I said hang tight, I can drive you home

I pulled on up and with a southern accent

I offered you my dad's leather jacket

When times were tough in the worst years

We never knew how to interfere

And now you're back and just unpacking

Those bruised up takers you keep attracting

In September when it goes off, like some goddamn alarm clock

And it hits her like a third shot, conversations, she just stares off

There's no longer a voice calling, when she goes out, saying

"I'll be up waiting for you"

You called me up from a pay phone

I said hang tight, I can drive you home

I pulled on up and with a southern accent

I offered you my dad's leather jacket

When times were tough in the worst years

We never knew how to interfere

And now you're back and just unpacking

Those bruised up takers you keep attracting

You called me up from a pay phone

Ooh

You called me up from a pay phone

Ooh

You called me up from a pay phone

Ooh

You called me up from a pay phone

And I said, who the fuck uses a payphone?

Kilde: LRCLIB

30-dagers aktivitet

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