The story
He keeps waiting for the number to light up.
He carries a pager like it still means something, watching the little screen for a call that never quite arrives. Every beep pulls him back to the same hope, the same lonely pause, while the night stretches out and he pretends a cheap piece of plastic can hold what her silence won't.
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Lyrics
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