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They say you should call They say we know We came here We came here And though our cares are green We can imagine them And with our hands up We won't repeat it Without a care, son We're laughing on our way out And though our wrongs were right We can't be freaked out And though our rights were wrong We carry things on We don't stare inside We have to wake up Well, every time you call I'm taken back We can't get freaked out Well, every time you call I'm taken back Well, every time you call I'm taken back Well, every time you call I'm taken back Well, isn't it a cross they want so bad? Isn't it a boundless waste for some? From Letras Mania