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You keep calling but I'm not at home' To give me your explanation I'm not waiting by the telephone With a feeling of frustration I always thought that if you understood You'd clean up this mess and you'd do me some good I don't need you anymore I'm not the man you're looking for Can't you see there's nothing in your head And your body's on vacation I keep hearing what I never said You got me in your conversation Now it's too late and you get what you see I don't like this hatred, it just isn't me From Letras Mania