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You're a silence on the phone Yo're a song with just one fucking note And I'm clued-out cole Like an off-color joke When I call collect to NYC Everybody learns eventually To go hang it up You go hang it up It's really really easy Yeah, I put your letter down But this graffiti finds it's way around I want to talk Why you want to stop? It's impossible for me So here's my trick: when I hear your "hello" I know I'm listening to alcohol Oh, I'm drunk on a call I heard you found some other guy Some high note you thought I couldn't hit But I never tried No, I never did From Letras Mania