Marshall Crenshaw - Calling out for love at crying time

^AShe was kicking down the fence ^DTrying to hide the ^Aevid^Eence ^AThat would give her game away ^DBut everything was as ^Aclear as ^Eday I ^Gknew she had no ^Dmore to ^Cgive She ^Ghated every^Dthing she ^Adid And ^GI could feel her ^Drestless ^Cmind ^GCalling out for ^Clove at crying ^Dtime^C, crying ^Dtime

^AAll those days that seemed like years ^DThe silence roaring in ^Aour ^Eears ^AThen at night a ticking sound ^DThe timebomb of the life ^Awe'd ^Efound I ^Gwatched her leave, my ^Dheart in ^Cflames ^GFanned by all her other ^Dlovers ^Anames And ^GI could feel my ^Drestless ^Cmind ^GCalling out for ^Clove at crying ^Dtime^C, crying ^Dtime

^AWhisky, wine and cheap perfume ^DAll those crowded bars and ^Ahotel ^Erooms ^AExotic rhythms to embrace ^DBut everywhere is a ^Alonely ^Eplace An^Gd so down and down and^D down I g^Co ^GBut where I'm going, well I ^Dsure don't ^Aknow And ^GI could feel my ^Drestless ^Cmind ^GCalling out for ^Clove at crying ^Dtime^C, crying ^Dtime ^GYou'll be callin^Cg out for love ^Dat c^Crying time^D, crying time ...

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Whisky, wine and cheap perfume ...

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And so down and down and down I go ... (vamp out)