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Your lips ain't movin', your body still But voices are talkin' somewhere I hear a jukebox, French fries and beer And people are talkin' somewhere And I know there's no one home But I won't put down the phone I can't think where I should be I searched the kitchen, put my ear to the wall I looked in the freezer again Sometimes a notion swells like the ocean Then I can't think where I should be And I know there's no one home But I won't put down the phone I can't think where I should be |