Hung Up

Every time I think that you've come around, you do something dumb.
Every time I think that we're safe and sound, I hear beating drums.
Every single time that you turn around, you see things undone.
Flee the scene of crime and go underground in a safe compound.
You hung up but in a way I am still glad I called.
Every single time that you turn around, you leave things undone.
Flee the scene of crime and go underground in a safe compound.
You hung up but in a way I am still glad I called.
They've come to compete and they know you will freeze
They've come to compete and they know your disease
You hung up but in a way I am still glad I called.



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Writer(s): Brady D Armstrong
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