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Dead on the beach, you're on your phone I only see a mother’s face alone I'm calling out your name, help me I'm calling out your name, help me Your mother called me up and told me you'd just gone And in the same breath, said maybe you'd come home And I'm calling out your name, don't go And I'm calling out your name, don't go A man lifts me up, he brings me to the shade I can tell it's not you, you don't wear these shoes And I'm calling out your name, don't go (help me) And I'm calling out your name, don't go (help me) Mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm From Letras Mania