YOU had ME at HELLO

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You Had Me At Hello...

I long for your touch

To hear your voice sends me

I here the one minute warning

One day a week to see your smiling face

The glass that divides us, shades the color of your eyes

Cold iron seats, chipped paint, stale smell

Foreign voices, the yells for help

My ears bleed, insides screaming "let him out!"

He has paid his penance for the puppet show

It's his turn to go

The phone rings again, her voice the same

I push option five, you had me at Hello