You set the snakes loose inside my belly. They're done with my supper, They start on my endocrine lining. You said, "Please stop your wining!" This isn't a love song. I'm through writing those for you. All the while you claimed The ghost in you lives, but it's dead It's inside my head And all that I know is that it's midnight And you haven't called. Oh, when you sigh, and you cry, I figure you probably lie And I'm here waiting. And all I can see, if there's anyone fooled Then it's probably me and I'm here waiting. And all that I know is that it's midnight And you haven't called. And all that I know is that it's midnight And you haven't called.
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