(Call to) Open Arms

It's never easy talking to myself
I hate him more with every shot I take
Forgive, forget, why don't we ever face
It's indecent to pray if you don't say what's going on

Come and get the call to your street
Come and get the call to your place
Come and get the call to open arms

Today's the day I fear I must recall
The end's not near, I get so sick half through
Of all the things my partner ever warned
I'm sick with gin, please help me pour, I mourn the following

Come and get the call to your street
Come and get the call to your place
Come and get the call to your street
Come and get the call to your place
Come and get the call to open arms

Come and get the call to your street
Come and get the call to your place
Come and get the call to your
Come and get the call to open arms



Credits
Writer(s): Jack Matheson
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