she call me on the telephone
we talked all night long
had to catch a break from it all
hear her voice again
she said rest your head on the speaker
and i’ll whisper in your ear
about the times we spend
the good years
when there was only us
chips and beer and the rush
of youth
she call me on the telephone
she said mickey what’s up
did you see what’s in the papers
the future is a gaping hole
and it is our common denominator
for now why don’t you come on over
let’s breathe into each others shoulder
make love over and over again
one last time before the world’s end
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