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Your day breaks, your hand shakes
You got the word that Tony can’t go on
His voice is gone.
He just can’t make it

He’s woked up, he’s choked up
You check the time. He don't feel well, things look blurry !
He can’t make the broadcast

And in his chair you see nothing
No orange face behind the beard
Call for Gary
He hadn’t pulled this stunt for years

You want him, you need him
And yet you don't believe him when he said his cell phone’s dead
You just might kill him


And in his chair you see nothing
No orange face behind the beard
Call for Gary
He hadn’t pulled this stunt for years