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The Phone Call Has Come
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December 2012 Nothing but a shirt, what you wear down there,
as you hold me tight, suddenly i care,
a picture sent, eyes closed and lips pressed,
only relive that smile, not when you undressed,
hard seat but there was beauty on the stage,
when i forget all worries, time and my age,
conversations of strangers around us, so close yet far,
catch you staring at me just to get a kiss at a bar,
all those nights in the passenger seat,
with you i had no care where we went or who we meet,
now the phone call has come, the clothes are replaced,
our time is over, our feelings left some place,
for such a short summer we made a million memories,
that presently are daily replayed enemies,
if all you wanted to do was live and party,
we could have done it, i hardly would have tried partly.
