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When you call me crying, babe

And I can’t understand a word through the phone

You hang up and say «I'm sorry» for

Feeling to old for your bones

You don’t have to apologize

Do you know the feeling you get behind your eyes

Right before you’re about to cry?

Well I’ve felt that every day of my life

One day we’ll have to fall asleep far from our Mother’s beds

And forget all of the words that our Fathers have said

But like a pebble I will never move unless you pick me up yourself

Like a glass of water sitting on a corner desk

Sitting stagnant 'til a tremor causes unrest

I’ll be the angel to your devil, make a heaven out of your hell

Morning’s pink, bedtime’s blue

See you’ve got your scripts but I got mine too

Saw a doctor, he prescribed me

Crazy about you

One day we’ll have to fall asleep far from our Mother’s beds

And forget all of the words that our Fathers have said

But like a pebble I will never move unless you pick me up yourself

Like a glass of water sitting on a corner desk

Sitting stagnant 'til a tremor causes unrest

I’ll be the angel to your devil, make a heaven out of your hell

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