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You living your life in a room with no view
You thinking of me all the time and you do
Calling and calling and hoping and praying
That I will pick up and then maybe with luck
We'll go out but you don't understand
It's out of your hands
You carry the weight of the world in your shoes
You thinking of me after all afternoon
Looking at me with those all searching eyes
But you're looking for something, when you know
There's nothing you know that you're not in my plan
It's out of your hands
I don't want you, maybe you've noticed
Or maybe you're stupid and I don't like it
I want you out of my face
You living your life in a room with no view
You trying to talk about me and you
Calling and calling and hoping and praying
That I will pick up and then maybe with luck
We'll go out but you don't understand
It's out of your hands
You're not my man
It's not in my plans
You're not my man
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