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Lyricist: Beatsteaks
Lyrics:
You got me one more time on the telephone I had a hard time making the call What you're dying about is drying me out And what is coming is taking control
After you laid off your medication I feel hungover, cut the connection
I got no reason to communicate I got no reason to communicate Know where your story goes Nowhere but down below Ain't complaining
Anything near you, worth the attention I cut the cord off my telephone You're not wasting my precious time What you're on about is just wearing me out And I've been, I've been trying for too long
Got no reason to communicate I got no reason to communicate Know where your story goes Nowhere but down below Ain't complaining Ain't complaining
Said I got no reason to communicate I got no reason to communicate Know where your story goes Nowhere but down below Ain't complaining Whoa, ain't complaining
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