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You hold the phone, your hands are shaking The number's wrong, but it seems right Your mind is gone, it's not surprising After the dawn, after the night Halfway home Life in the mirror is all I want Just to get back My memory's long The hope's that it isn't what I own But what I lack On this balance beam, tipping over Time turns tirelessly, but not fast enough You hold the phone, your hands are shaking The number's wrong, of course it's right Your mind is gone, it's unsurprising After the dawn, after the night