Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-ohPick up the phone, I wanna talk
About my day, it really sucked
The sun was out, I thought I was fine
But then you slipped into my mindI wanna see you but I know I can't
'Cause you're not home, you're never home
I can't remember why you left
And why you took back all your stuffI'm sorry I lost your favorite t-shirt,
I'll buy you a new one, a better onePick up the phone, I wanna talk
About how I miss you,
I miss you so muchHop on a plane,
Come back and see me
I promise I won't be such a bratI promise I won't be such a brat
If I promise you anything, I promise you thatI promise I won't be a brat
If I promise you anything, I promise you thatI miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
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BETHANY COSENTINOPublished by
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