Inner turmoil of three long evenings made fleshy.
Music and Lyrics by Steve Murdock/Rule 11
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Where can you have gone?
That you can’t hear the telephone
You can’t hear the telephone
‘Cause things have all gone wrong
And I can’t tell you anything
I can’t tell you anything
‘Cause you’re not even
Here now
Here now
Here now
The tale’s both true and tried
Here now
Here now
Here now
I’ll never write another sad song for you
Say it hurts to be alone
Well you don’t know the half of it
You don’t know the half of it
The road is plain and long
I can’t see the end of it
I can’t see the end of it
‘Cause you’re not even
Here now
Here now
Here now
Now I’m stuck here with my pride
Here now
Here now
Here now
So best of luck to you with your new life based on lies
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