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Lets have a drink
At least find a place to sit
How I enjoy these times
My mind locked on your lips
Im still listening
Im just a little out of it
Whos that man?
Why did he turn the neon on?
99 messages on your voice-mail
No call-back
My heart nailed to your locked door but
Still no news
Ok, so youre gone
Leave my womb... figured it all out...
Cant take my eyes off that phone
Remove this ghost behind my back
I saw your girlfriend a few days ago
Pieces of you in my arms
Her salty tears running down my cheek
A taste of guilt left on my lips
My whole body would have all given up
For that touch
But what I kept secret
Theres just no need to regret
HATA BİLDİR
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