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Calling Cuba
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hey, look at me
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here I sit at my window
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and I wait for your call
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it's getting late my love
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the moment you took that airplane
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and you left the city
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I got insane
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that wasn't pretty
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your voice on the phone
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tells me you're all alone
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but I can't crawl through the wire
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and I'd like to be with you
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but I haven't got a clue
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cause I can't crawl through the wire
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come back to me
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we trie to keep the little promise
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that we had right from the start
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who cares now we're apart
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remember that I said "I love you"
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long before you said you too
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stupid cow
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now it's done
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you're gone
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your voice on the phone
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tells me you're all alone
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but I can't crawl through the wire
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and I'd like to be with you
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but I haven't got a clue
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cause I can't crawl through the wire
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come back to me
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this is Cuba calling
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you and your bed
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are lonely hearted
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4000 nautic miles from here
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I close my eyes
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dream you're near
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now that my love has crossed the ocean
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sit and hope it will return
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and the fire will still burn
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come back to me
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this is Cuba calling
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I can't stand it no more
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come back to me
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this is Cuba calling
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Calling Cuba
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Fury in the Slaughterhouse |