Dear John - Single Edit

Dear John
 He spent a lifetime counting money
 So long, the years they all merge into one
 (68, 79, 82, and 95)
 He made a living from accountancy
 But then he cried I've had enough
 He said: "Baby, do you read me?"
 I think these numbers are beginning to eat me
 He said: "Baby, do you read me?"
 I think these numbers are beginning to eat me
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 Dear John, why don't you answer your calls?
 (he's had enough of doing tax returns)
 What's wrong?
 You're not at work or at home
 (he's on a train heading down to the coast)
 Picked up your leather briefcase on the beach
 And a message on your dictaphone
 And it said: "Baby, do you read me?"
 I think these numbers are beginning to eat me
 And it said: "Baby, do you read me?"
 I think these numbers are beginning to eat me
 Goodbye
 Farewell
 Cheerio
 See ya
 Adieu
 Au revoir
 Toodle pip
 So long