It's two o'clock on the dot
It makes you drink a lot,
So I think that life is six feet under
And you can't hear my voice
Call after, call after, call after, call
Twice today and ten tomorrow
Endless, endless, endless, endless
Endless, endless, endless, endless
Endless, endless, endless,
Endless, endless, endless, endless
How things way out of town
Though I won't ever look again
But call after call after call after call I'm wondering where you are,
Please hold on to me, hold on
In this, in this, in this, in this
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