helpline operator sick boy mix þarký sözü

i watch the sun go down on london town
i wait for the night voices to sound
i smell the pain upon the breath of the lost and the lonely
oh lord
i hear the thoughts that whisper in the hearts of all men

i´m the helpline operator and i´ll spare you the time
i´m the intimate stranger
your problems will be mine

put your tongue into the mouthpiece
and whisper in my ear
admit to me
the things you can´t admit to yourself
admit to me and no one else
everybody´s looking for someone
to tell them what they want to hear
everybody´s looking for true love
to help them feel what they cannot feel

i´m the helpline operator
could you spare me the time
i´m the intimate stranger
your problems will be mine
i´m the helpline operator
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