In Constant Stay

How many years ago,
Was I standing at your front door,
Begging you please, wont you talk to me
But you wouldn't hear me no more
How many desperate nights
Did I call you more than twice
But the sound of my voice, the sound of my voice,
Always made you want to lie, and lie

So let's call this off again
And sure you can call me your friend
And you'll tell me good luck
You'll wish me good luck
But you're a liar, my friend.

So count up the points,
Who's to blame?
Too tired and sick to play this game
Besides, the sound of your voice, the sound of your voice
Is starting to sound inane.

Here in constant stay,
I'm always in constant stay
Here in constant stay,
I'm always in constant stay

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