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when I called your house, they made excuses
said you were out, it was useless
to try and track you down
I've gotten so much better now
I understand that I don't want to know
where you could be found
I went to your house
you had already gone out for the night
you know how I always have to be right
and you think that one day
I may call you back to the stage
well, maybe, but it won't be today
last time we spoke
you acted like it was a joke
that you kept between the bedsheets and me
well, between the sheets
we could tell the truth for weeks
but if you lied to them, you'd lie to me
and you think that one day
I may call you back to the stage
well, maybe, but it won't be today
I went to your house
that's the last time I'll call you out
until you learn to not lie every time you open your mouth
but until that day, I don't even want to hear your name
in casual conversation with your friends
and you think that one day
I may call you back to the stage
well, maybe, but it won't be the same
yeah, maybe, but don't wait up for me
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