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Though you only say that you ring me up just
to talk as a friend
I can't help thinking there's a got to be more.
And even your voice starts a journey
back to a place so familiar and warming
I'm always engaged
you're the only one ringing.
When I go to the pictures I always expect to see you
at the front
are you still trying to get on the screen?
And even your voice is around me
laughing out loud at the words on the TV
you're still judging me
now through the canned laughter.
Chorus:
Don't wait for the surgery
you shouldn't try to rely on me
Doctor! heal yourself.
Take the knife don't you understand
you're the one with the healing hands
you've got to heal yourself.
Summer turned to winter
the blustering storms tap their theme on my window
serenading me now
I'm so tired of their tune.
West wind! blow calm!
Find me a place where there's nothing to hide
from
so little time
so many journeys.
Better send for the grindstone
and sharpen the blade on old Solomon's knife
the dagger is poised
now make your peace.
Sometimes the surgeon runs wailing, screaming and
bloody
away from the theatre
you may hurt now
but the wounds are all healing.
Chorus:
Don't wait for the surgery
you shouldn't try to rely on me
doctor! heal yourself
take the knife don't you understand
you're the one with the healing hands
you've got to heal yourself.
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