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You don't have to do much, just pick up the phone; I'll say everything, then just leave you alone. Cause you were never lost, until you found a friend; had something to confide and someone to confide in.
You make a better stranger than you did a lover, but are we better off one way or the other?
So forget all of your tricks, forget about the rising tide, forget it came to this; it wasn't for us to decide.
If I could slip away, crawl into the grates and wash up on the shore somewhere I wouldn't hesitate. You make a better stranger than you did a lover, but are we better off one way or the other?
We call each other stranger, call each other over, make each other wonder, crawl under the covers and call each other lover. Lover don't leave. Lover don't leave.
So I'll hang up all your words, the ones that turn like wheels, the ones that fell like snow and melted on my turning heels. You make a better stranger than you did a lover, but are we better off one way or the other?
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