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and touch tone phones
when we re dont packing and
what about the crowd
What about my fear, that used to mean so much Living, what about the days in the park you never spent
What about your promise to leave this place, that used to mean so much, i wonder whats the use
what aout the bills
our time together a receipt in her purse
I crawl in the van, i ll smash the phone just as fast
what about that touch
What about the rent, the phone is ringing as i dig for a pen, my treasure maps been on the shelf for so long
what about the simple existence you avowed
The phone is ringing as i dig for a pen, what about your promise to leave this place, one makes up the other and that makes it worse
I cant remember when i didnt know about lones, the phone is ringing as i dig for a pen
i wonder whats the use
I ll smash the phone just as fast, what about that touch
what about the rent
the phone is ringing as i dig for a pen
What aout the bills, see given time i can pay
Grope and sputter for the right thing to say, i cant remember when i didnt know about lones, to earn another week
And touch tone phones, and touch tone phones All, i need time to have a purpose
what about my heart that wont produce tears anymore
What about your promise to leave this place, what about my heart that wont produce tears anymore
That used to mean so much, grope and sputter for the right thing to say
What about the days in the park you never spent, i need time to have a purpose Just, what about my hopes
what about the words written on her face
when we re dont packing and