Bare feet fall on dirty floors.
Voices press against strange doors.
The phone rings for the seventh time-
Another call that isn't mine.
I see him every where I go.
He's in his room. He's at the show.
He drives me home from every bar.
I forget his face but I remeber that car.
Voices press against strange doors.
The phone rings for the seventh time-
Another call that isn't mine.
I see him every where I go.
He's in his room. He's at the show.
He drives me home from every bar.
I forget his face but I remeber that car.
Lyrics submitted by BlackEyedAngels
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