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You call,
I was drowning, weary after the party
And the line,
Couldn't hold you enough
We talked
But I could hear you quiet between thoughts
And the time
Dragged, divided aside
Will you call when you touch down?
When you come back around stateside?
When you're stateside?
And now,
Hear the growing call of the sun comming up
And I know
I will never belong
Will you call when you touch down?
When you come back around stateside?
When you're stateside?
When you're stateside?
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