| It’s three O’clock in the morning
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| When you finally answer your phone
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| Ask me why I keep calling
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| Why I don’t leave you alone
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| Where you’ve been, who’ve you been with
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| Is all I really wanna know
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| And then you hang up the phone, girl
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| Knowing, you’re hurtin' me so
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| Sometimes I find it so hard
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| To let you get away
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| So I keep on your trail, girl
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| That’s why I’m acting this way
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| I’ve lived on a fantasy
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| That you still wanted me
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| You said to face reality
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| This is something that should’ve never, never been
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| I’ve thought up about not tryin'
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| That you might take me back
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| But false hopes of not dyin'
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| Have kept me on one track
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| Sometimes I find it so hard
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| To let you get away, girl
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| That’s why I keep on your trail, baby
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| That’s why I’m acting this way
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| I hoped, you’ve finally faced it
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| And started moving on
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| Both our times have been wasted
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| So I’m probably better off
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| Still there’ll always be these questions
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| That keep on nagging me
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| But baby, why not try it?
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| This is something that might never, never be
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| And I feel so happy
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| To let you get away, ohh, yeah
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| I’m gonna get off your trail, girl
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| And stop acting this way
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| And, oh, I guess I’m so happy
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| To let you get away, yeah
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| I’m gonna get off your trail, girl
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| And stop acting this way
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| I’m gonna stay off your trail, girl
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| And stop acting this way |