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For real they just never end talkie needs to make a rule for this

I finna report all them bro

YESSSS

[Break 1] (Hotline!) Hung up and put on hold! (-old) (Hotline!) My line is getting cold! (o-o-old) (Hotline!) Hung up and put on hold! (o-o-old) (Hotline!) (No, uh, I'll try again though...) [Verse 2] Baby Hotline, please dial nine to get out No flatline, what were you scared about? (Ha-ha-ha!) Baby sat by and felt the wind At least I called her a hoarder of quarters And no boundary boredom-dom, boundary boredom

[Chorus] I contend that your drinking eye has never opened I insist somebody will die and I hate hoping Wishing that the pills let you cry and I hate coping Someday I will go back outside and see her okay [Break 2] (For a while) (While, oh) (Hahahahaha...) (For a while) (While, oh) (Hotline!) Hung up and put on hold! (-old) (Hotline!) My line is getting cold! (o-o-old) (Hotline!) Hung up and put on hold! (o-o-old) (Hotline!)

[Bridge] Numb, I feel burning with haste And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste I feel numb, I feel burning with haste And I'm realizing now what a terrible waste I feel numb, I feel burning with haste And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste I feel numb, I feel burning with haste And I'm realizing now it's a terrible waste I feel numb [Verse 3] What a waste What a waste What a waste Sunbathe 'til morning time And your eyes will open wide (What a waste) Oh baby, nevermind To my sight, oh, run and hide