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She left without leavin' a number |
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Said she needed to clear her mind |
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He figured she'd gone back to Austin |
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'Cause she talked about it all the time |
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It was almost a year before she called him up |
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Three rings and an answering machine is what she got |
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If you're callin' 'bout the car I sold it |
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If this is Tuesday night, I'm bowling |
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If you've got somethin' to sell |
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You're wastin' your time, I'm not buyin' |
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If it's anybody else, wait for the tone, you know what to do |
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And P.S. if this is Austin, I still love you |
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The telephone fell to the counter |
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She heard but she couldn't believe |
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What kind of man would hang on that long |
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What kind of love that must be |
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She waited three days and then she tried again |
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She didn't know what she'd say but she heard three rings and then |
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If it's Friday night I'm at the ballgame |
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And first thing Saturday, if it don't rain |
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I'm headed out to the lake |
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And I'll be gone all weekend long |
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But I'll call you back when I get home on Sunday afternoon |
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And P.S. if this is Austin, I still love you |
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Well, this time she left her number |
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But not another word |
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Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evenin' |
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And this is what he heard |
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If you're callin' 'bout my heart |
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It's still yours |
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I should've listened to it a little more |
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Then it wouldn't have taken me so long to know where I belong |
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And by the way, boy, this is no machine you're talkin' to |
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Can't you tell, this is Austin and I still love you |
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I still love you |
