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 Lyricist: Paul Taylor
 Lyrics: 
 turn the TV off, to turn it on againStaring at the blades of the fan as it spins around
 Counting every crack, the clock is wide awake
 Talking to myself, anything to make a sound
 
 I told you I wouldn't call, I told you I wouldn't care
 But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere
 I don't think that I can take this bed getting any colder
 Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over
 
 You can say we're done the way you always do
 It's easier to lie to me than to yourself
 Forget about your friends, you know they're gonna say
 We're bad for each other, but we ain't good for anyone else
 
 I told you I wouldn't call, I told you I wouldn't care
 But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere
 I don't think that I can take this bed getting any colder
 Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over
 
 We don't have to miss each other, come over
 We don't have to fix each other, come over
 We don't have to say forever, come over
 You don't have to stay forever, come over
 
 I told you I wouldn't call, I told you I wouldn't care
 But baby climbing the walls gets me nowhere
 I don't think that I can take this bed getting any colder
 Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over
 
 Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over.
 Come over, come over, come over, come over, come over.
 
 
		
		
	
 
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