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Robert Williford
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Are you sitting at home all alone Trying to fall asleep? Are you staring a hole through your phone Praying that it rings? Are you watching a movie that you've seen A thousand times? Or maybe playing some Mayer Getting lost in your favorite lines? Well, if you're anything like me You just might be doing whatever it takes to drown out the noise But I just wanna hear your voice I'm one number away from calling you I said I was through, but I'm dying, inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go I see your face In my brain, dial it up, everything I want to say But I'm still one number away Are you stuck at a red light with a Marlboro Light on your lips? Does the smoke in your mirror Get clearer without my kiss? Are you changing the station Replacing our favorite song? Well, maybe it's a mistake, hit the brakes on the moving on Well, if you're anything like me You just might be doing whatever it takes to outrun the storm But I'm almost out that door And I'm one number away from calling you I said I was through, but I'm dying, inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go I see your face In my brain, dial it up, everything I want to say But I'm still one number away Will you pick up when I call? Or just forget we loved at all? We don't have to talk, I just wanna hear your voice And I'm one number away from calling you I said I was through, but I'm dying, inside Got my head in a mess, girl, I confess I lied when I said, "I'm leaving and not coming back" Might be the whiskey or the midnight rain But everywhere I go I see your face In my brain, dial it up, anything I want to say But I'm still one number away Away Away Yeah, I'm still one number away
Writer(s): Steven Andre Battey, Carlos Centel Battey, Sammy Mitchell, Luke Holmes, Rob Williford Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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