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Twelve

12 o clock, not even one phone call
You don t dial the number of my loneliness
And the distance between us is growing
 
12 o clock, not even one phone call
In the unbearable space of my mind
You seem like a distant dream that goes away
 
And the phone is not ringing, the plaint is choking me
Cause you never understood what I am going through
And that my agony has grown like a mountain
12 o clock, my hope was hung
In a telephone line that remained dead
And my heart that shouts that I love you
12 o clock
 
12 o clock, not even one phone call
You don t dial the number of my loneliness
And the distance between us is growing
 
12 o clock, not even one phone call
I cannot stand this suffering
And I want to tell you that everything is over
 
And the phone is not ringing, the plaint is choking me
Cause you never understood what I am going through
And that my agony has grown like a mountain
12 o clock, my hope was hung
In a telephone line that remained dead
And my heart that shouts that I love you
12 o clock
 
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