Talk to millions- On the cell phone- Thru the hired machine above- I'm calling you- No, its not cuz I miss you- I'm calling- Cuz you wanted me too- There isn't enough truth- To carry my voice- There isn't room- In your brain to hear- The important words- I wasn't asking for forgiveness- I'm here to say- Years have traveled with hours- And I'm around in this transmisison- to blow your fuse- To infect those wounds- Everyone on everyday- I know you don't see me in there- I'm just one- Looking in the sunlight- In the starlight- Feeling ever more the same- Seeing if my voice- Counts somewhere- You just want the monotone- No love, no more in stereo- Couldn't give a dam- Looking like Friday- But feeling like Monday- You just want the dial tone- I know, its the heart thats hung up- A long time ago-Birth sign: Libra
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