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Got no one left to talk to Everything just slips through In the waiting room for the old too soon I never wanna be found I know you don't know but for how long can this go on in the front seat on a dead street where lonely people go to meet and when I'm done and I come home are you still waiting by the phone? what day hides and stresses by bubbles up at night time get off the phone let yourself go don't waste no time on me let me down on my knees again, go on cause no one says I really care for you I need to spare you in the front seat on a dead street in the back row of a late show in concentrated darkness it dissolves the only part I did enjoy are you there at all and if so do you care at all I lost so much of you I know you're out there the driver's not aware I open my mouth I spit it out |