A Timid Inclination

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Your blue, run down van is in the middle of an unknown road

Crying by yourself very low

All alone in the wind

You didn’t figure out

How to start again

How to make it on your own

You could’ve called me on the telephone

But you didn’t really wanna know

What’s goin on

You said your goodbyes

You hung up on yourself

A little black buggy

Came speeding around the corner

He didn’t have time to warn ya

But you didn’t need it

Cause you always knew

You’d end up black and blue

I tried calling you on the telephone

To see how life was goin

Do I really wanna know?

You’re unconscious on a road

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