Maybe you're just passin' through
and maybe all get sick of you
but baby, make sure that you do
maybe the sky will show me blue
and i'll fade away like i seem to do
but it don't mean i don't wanna love you
so call me sad, scared of alone
just call me on the telephone
i know you're gonna fix me up with your silver talkin' spoon
if you drop the ball before you bat
i'm gonna keep movin' on
you know i'm used to that
but i'm gonna write you like you do right next to me
no, i won't write you like you're used to baby
no, i won't get used to you lovin' me

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