"Operator, well could you help me place this call? Cause I can't read the number that you just gave me. There's something in my eyes, You know it happens every time I think about the love that I thought would save me.But isn't that the way they say it goes? Well let's forget all that And give me the number if you can find it So I can call just to tell 'em I'm fine, and to show I've overcome the blow, I've learned to take it well. I only wish my words could just convince myself That it just wasn't real. But that's not the way it feels."
January 1, 1970
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