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Robert Forster Calling From A Country Phone

Mardi Gras And you can say I was stung One hell of a blow But what could I see From Atlanta lie low Atlanta lie low It passed like a dream A week?s

I could never understand how a woman or a man Could live their whole lives never travel more than 40 miles Seemed like a cat?s life Never going far Seemed

A facade to the day, a facade to the night A facade to the outside world That says I want to be quiet Don't know who I'm replacing but I know the stance

it, no, just ?cos you think you should We picked a day in May And man it feels so good We?re going to walk Her and I Out to a whole new stage Where a

you every sun comes out to catch a falling star Falling star, falling star Falling star, falling star Just a falling star, baby, falling star Falling star, just a