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38 Special - Long Distance Affair
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Long distance affair
Can't you hear my heart keeps calling for you
It's hard to show that I care
It's hard to tell if you want me there
I call your name there's no reply
Don't you feel the same?
Can't you hear my heart calling you?
I got love on the line but I can't get through
Sometimes love don't seem fair
Guess I was wrong, thinkin' you would always be there
I must be dreamin'
I thought I had you feelin' the same
I'm callin' your name
Long distance affair
With just a spark you stole my heart from me
No one ever compared
We'll never touch the memories
I call your name there's no reply
Don't you feel the same?
Can't you hear my heart calling you?
I got love on the line but I can't get through
Whatever your friends may say
What's it worth to you anyway
You can listen to them and throw it away, yeah
If you're thinkin' how it might have been
Don't think of me like I'm one of them
'Cause friends like that you got no one at all
There's love on the line, baby answer the call
'Cause you know that I love you, can't let go
Baby can't you hear my heart
I keep on calling your name, there's no reply
Don't you feel the same?
Can't you hear my heart calling you?
I got love on the line but I ain't got you
Can't you hear my heart calling you?
I got love on the line but I can't get through to you
Tell me it's true
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