Phone Call lyrics
The gray pages tell me it's tomorrow, again
I looked all day Sunday for a motto, again I should have known better I should have called you Pretend only good days were to follow, from here I held you up close you were the model, the friend I should of known better I could have called you I hope I don't need Cus D'amato again Lead me around my will to follow I hate the games we play There's nothing in it I'm older every day I hope we win it I should have called I should have known better I should have called you
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