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Don't call me, don't write me
So we can forget what we had
The owl can console me with his midnight tune
But I don't think I've ever felt so sad
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So I draw all the curtains
And I dream of that walk down the road
But the hoot owl awakes me
And a cold shiver shakes me
Tell me, pretty baby, are you really gonna break my heart?
Oh, now tell me, pretty baby, are you really gonna break my heart?