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Well I'd like to phone a friend So we can phone it in together And talk about those milky Coca Cola nights On the landlines where live And you are a love song You're the insulation inside my bedroom walls You're a newspaper where all the articles Are about us And here are the wounds I discovered In that Epsom salt bath you drew In the catacombs of Brooklyn basements Long Island Railroad boarding stations And you are a love song You're the insulation inside my bedroom walls You're a newspaper where all the articles Are about us And so tonight, When you're in you're garage with the engine on Just remember the nights We stayed up playing GoldenEye We stayed up playing GoldenEye All night We stayed up playing GoldenEye We stayed up playing GoldenEye All night We stayed up playing GoldenEye We stayed up playing GoldenEye We stayed up playing GoldenEye We stayed up playing GoldenEye