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Lyrics Verse A: You got so much to do. All want something from you. Letter, email, phone, fax. How will you then relax. Verse B: Endless conference. At night on tour with friends. Always on the run. You know this can't be fun. Verse C: Send me an SMS. I know you live in stress. Give me at least a sign. Postcard is also fine. Chorus: No way to greet. No way to meet. No way to flirt. No way to hurt. |
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