Telephone

I spent the whole weekend
Thinking about you
In another part of the world
Your lips are so close to mine

In another part of the world your lips are close to mine
And the fog falls all over the city
The fog is falling over
Over the city

Distance feels cold
But I'd like to stay awake
And I'll try to open that cage
Into my wildest dreams



Credits
Writer(s): Rodney Jerkins, Stefani Germanotta
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