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Your voice sounds so small on the telephone I am far away and you are home alone Your picture in my pocket grows smaller everyday Seems the more I think of you, the more you drift away Boy I am a fool, for leaving home alone I promised you I'd write and call you on the phone But the letters I had written, I threw them all away Seems the more I think of you, the more you drift away Oh baby I miss you, why don't you come on home You promised me you'd write and call me on the phone Your picture on my pillow grows smaller everyday Seems the more I think of you, the more you drift away Your picture in my pocket grows smaller everyday Seems the more I think of you, the more you drift away Away, away, away