All through the night you telephoned
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I saw the light blinking red beside the cradle
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But you don't know how far I've gone
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*Now I must live with the lie (life?) that I made
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But if I call, I know I won't have to say it
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You'll hear my voice, something is bound to betray it
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But do people living in Toledo
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Know that their name doesn't travel very well
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And does anybody in Ohio dream of that Spanish citadel
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But it's no use saying that I love you
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And how that girl really didn't mean a thing to me
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For if anyone should look into your eyes
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It's not forgiveness they're gonna see
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You hear her voice, how could you do that
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You hear her voice, how could you do that
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So I walked outside in the bright sunshine
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And lovers pass by smiling and joking
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But they don't know the fool I was
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Why should they care what was lost, what was broken
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But if I call, I know I won't have to say it
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You'll hear my voice, something is bound to betray it
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But do people living in Toledo
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Know that their name doesn't travel very well
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And does anybody in Ohio dream of that Spanish citadel
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But it's no use saying that I love you
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And how that girl didn't really mean a thing to me
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For if anyone should look into your eyes
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It's not forgiveness they're gonna see
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(repeat and fade)
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Toledo
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Burt Bacharach |