A hundred numbers on my wallSome with names I sometimes callI drop a coin and watch it fallTryin' to get connected to you
A thousand hours all aloneMy softest pillow turns hard as stoneThis is the longest night on my ownLying here thinking of you
Sometimes I shake my headAnd laugh to myselfI'd like to start again with somebody elseI'm like a broken toy forgotten on the shelf
Baby, I could
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