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You're really matter-of-fact and I appreciate thatWhen you don't know where I am, I am out in the backI am writing you songs I am trying to be cleverI develop my wit though it's not in my characterI'll take whatever I canFrom a good friend or an amiable manBut the wisest lines come from songs we never likedA glass of strawberry wine sent you looking for lifeIn a bottle I'd bought because the picture was niceIt was pungeant and sweet and it did things to meAnd we bathed in our fates in a fermented stateI think it's time we pity our livesWe're so happy all the timeI'll take whatever I canFrom a good friend or an amiable manBut the truest words come from songs we've never heardThe cops are who people call on loud August nightsWhen they've made no effort to look their neighbor in the eyeI'm the only one you'd call and that's what I'd likeAnd we could talk for hours if the music's alrightBut you know it never is,NoSo we're hanging up the phone From Letras Mania