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Been starin’ at this wall Since half past eight a.m Coffee gone cold Same card game with the same old friend I folded every hand Twelve hours Not a thing to do I’m countin’ down the seconds Boots half‑untied, I’m through Then the tones drop With one minute left on the clock Got those late call blues Yeah That right-on-time-to-be-late blues I was halfway out the bay Now I’m ridin’ lights instead of drivin’ home today Singin’ late call blues (oh come on, man) These late call blues Lunch box in my hand Keys already in my coat Partner’s talkin’ ’bout his sofa I can almost taste my roast Dispatch says “Unit 2?” I swear I felt my soul just fall I said “We were ghosts all day Why you raise the dead for this last call?” ’Cause the tones drop With one minute left on the clock Got those late call blues That “text my spouse I’m stuck here” blues I was dreamin’ ’bout my chair Now I’m takin’ pressures in the upstairs air Hummin’ late call blues (yeah, I ain’t leavin’ soon) These late call blues

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