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Call
by Armstrong
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Maybe I should take a step back now baby
I can tell I'm pissing you off
I remember when your black jeans weren't faded
I don't know how we're still holding on
Lead me back to your house and take my hand dear
I can barely stand by myself
All this pain and pressure that I must cause you
I swear I must be bad for your health
And I always regret it every time I forget to call
You
And you call me pathetic for worrying about it at all
But I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I
Tripping on the curb with your arm around me
Following the streetlights back home
Grasping at the jacket my mother found me
I know you'd be better on your own
And I always regret it every time I forget to call
You
And you call me pathetic for worrying about it at all
But I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I
And I don't want to hold
And I feel like I hold
And I always regret it every time I forget to call
You
And you call me pathetic for worrying about it at all
But I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I
And I always regret it every time I forget to call
You
And you call me pathetic for worrying about it at all
But I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I
Maybe I should take a step back now baby
I can tell I'm pissing you off
I remember when your black jeans weren't faded
I don't know how we're still holding on
Lead me back to your house and take my hand dear
I can barely stand by myself
All this pain and pressure that I must cause you
I swear I must be bad for your health
And I always regret it every time I forget to call
You
And you call me pathetic for worrying about it at all
But I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I
Tripping on the curb with your arm around me
Following the streetlights back home
Grasping at the jacket my mother found me
I know you'd be better on your own
And I always regret it every time I forget to call
You
And you call me pathetic for worrying about it at all
But I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I
And I don't want to hold
And I feel like I hold
And I always regret it every time I forget to call
You
And you call me pathetic for worrying about it at all
But I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I
And I always regret it every time I forget to call
You
And you call me pathetic for worrying about it at all
But I do, but I do, but I do, but I do, but I
