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Uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh

I was at this bus stop when the penny dropped
Well, I knew you hadn’t lost my number
You told me your phone cracked
You couldn’t call me back
Now I feel I’m heading down the dumper

I can’t seem to get through to you
It’s like I’m nothing at all
And I can’t even talk to you
Because you’re unreachable

Well, I saw your face coming out of that place
Gazing up into the eyes of another
And then you turned to see me unexpectedly
Said you’d like to introduce your brother

You must think I’m really stupid now
'Cause I said nothing at all
You disappeared as fast as you could again
Once more unreachable
You’re unreachable

Uh-oh, uh-oh
Uh-oh, uh-oh

If you really thought I would believe
I don't know quite where to start
Do you think of me as that naive?
Well, you're tearing me apart
Tell me who do you think you are?

Well, go with him if you must
It’s the end of us
I won’t really have to think it over
No need to string me along with the blinkers on
Go ahead and have fun with that poser

You’re gonna find that I’m unreachable
You've proven yourself impeachable
If what we had meant nothing at all
I hope you really lost my number
Yeah I hope you really lost my number
Yeah I hope you really lost my number

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from Make Up Your Mind (EP), released November 25, 2022
Words and music by Sean Turner

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Unapologetically old-school #indiepop in a mid-80s-to-early-90s vein, made without secret plans to fill stadiums (ugh). Think lo-fi #c86 #twee #postpunk #janglepop etc. Originally from London.

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