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The telephone is ringin', |
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Ringin' off the wall, |
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It's your Las Vegas lawyer, |
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Another long distance call. |
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He says you get the house and the car |
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and I get the clothes I got on. |
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CHORUS: |
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Now she's gone, |
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Long, long, long, long gon. |
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Now I'm a happy boy. |
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She's long, long, long, long gone. |
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Operator, get me Manhattan, |
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Get my baby on the line. |
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Sooner or later |
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She's gotta realize |
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That all my feelings were for real, |
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But maybe she was leadin' me on. |
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CHORUS |
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She took the frigidaire, |
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She got my favourite chair, |
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You could sy she's got the best of me. |
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It's like a legal crime, |
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But in a matter of time |
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She'll be back for the rest of me. |
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But now she's gone, |
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Long, long, long, long gone. |
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Now give me peace of mind. |
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She's long, long, long, long gone. |
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Now I'm a happy boy... |
