.She never picks up on the first ring
She leaves me hanging at the station with the tourists and the touts, and I light a cigarette and I wait in the crowd with my doubts
And my doubts are all I have as the summer burns the parks and Iâm scraping for an answer cos I know sheâs going to ask .
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