Waiting for the phone to tell me you and I are through And I'm not alone, I guess that everybody wants it, too You got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongs Your lies are stealing Lord, I think you should be gone Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my life Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of strife It's the same old story, we all know it to the end But without your boring glory, we could live again You got no feeling, you've been dealing all the wrongs Your lies are stealing God, I think you should be gone Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my life Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of strife Laying down these lines This song's especially for you It may be simple But in some ways, so are you! Hey, Mr. Manager You're messing up my life Hey, Mr. Manager Don't think I need that kind of, that kind of, that kind of strife Waiting for the phone to tell me You and I are through.
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