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SOL DO (x2)
SOL DO SOL
Sitting in traffic on the Tappan Zee / fifty million people out in front of me
DO SOL DO SOL
Trying to cross the water but it just might be a while
Rain's coming down I can't see a thing / radio's broken so I'm whistling
DO SOL RE
New York to Nyack feels like a hundred miles
MIm SOL
It's not right, it's not fair / I'm still a mess and you still don't care
I go to work, I come back home
MIm RE
But you're still gone, and I'm still alone
DO
And the little red light's not blinking / no, no the little red light's not blinking
SOL
No, no the little red light's not blinking
DO DO DO DO DO DO SOL DO SOL DO SOL DO SOL DO SOL
On my big black plastic Japanese cordless phone, oh no, oh no
Stuck in a meeting on Monday night / trying to get the numbers to come out right
I'm getting tired, I think I just might need a drink
And as I'm reaching in the bottom drawer / I'm dreaming 'bout the way it was before
Life was so easy I never really had to think
It's not right, it's not fair / I'm still a mess and you still don't care
I go to sleep, when I wake up
The pain sets in and it never stops
And the little red light's not blinking / no, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On the desktop mailbox of my big black laptop, oh no
(Solo over verse chords)
It's not right, it's not fair / I'm still a mess and you still don't care
I go to work, I come back home
But you're still gone and I'm still alone
And the little red light's not blinking / no, no the little red light's not blinking
No, no the little red light's not blinking
On my big black Radio Shack digital portable phone, oh no
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