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Near her home in a payphone

Awaits a call

A little drizzle

7.30

Hidden in chilly breath

She'd lied to daddy about Gary

Don't you find it tough?

Don't you find the waiting tough?

Even when occupied by love

And all that kind of stuff

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All alone like a door

I wonder what for

I wonder what for

The girl from verse one

Does not exist

Sure you can feel her a hands

But she's just an idea

Don't you find it tough?...

If you feel any pain well I'm to blame

If you feel any pain...

Still

She's been waiting for quite a while

And the tragedy is that Gary's me

And it's 7.40

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