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I Called, You Waited UpThere's no violin to playGive it back an empty case I found a deeper set of strings I wouldn't injure What's left too safe There's no orchestra to sing To conductor flailing limbs To control the holy choir Flying higher In harmony You can take a picture if you want But you're gonna have to give me something that you own Give me something that you've never taken care of The way you know And I remember what I am To forget where I am from I gave all my heart to children That I gave up bein' a son I called, you waited up I called, you waited up I called, you waited up I called, you waited up |