| Brad: | Once in a while, she donīt want to call you |
| Speaking on the telephone |
| And once in your life, she wonīt want to know you |
| You look around, the one you found, she is gone |
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| And thatīs all the time that it takes |
| For a heart to turn to stone |
| The sweeter the wine |
| The harder to make the break |
| You hear something about someone you thought youīd known |
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| So baby donīt cry like thereīs no tomorrow |
| After the night thereīs a brand new day |
| And thereīll be no pain and no more sorrow |
| So wash your face and phone my place, itīll be o.k. |
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| And thatīs all the time that it takes for a heart to beat again |
| So give me a sign that a lover makes |
| You look around, the one you found is back again |