Lady Luck told us it wouldn't last forever
So I wrote you a song today
I told you I loved you and I was sorry
You wouldn't pick up the ringing phone
Even though it insist that you do
I didn't tell you sooner
Will you forgive me?
The red eye blinks fifty seven times
Backing you into a corner of politeness
Your not ready and your sorry
but time has run out
The machine only let's you plead for thirty six seconds
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