| Hey Dianne,
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| Could you pick up the phone?
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| I know that you’re listening.
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| Baby, I know that you’re home and I know where I went wrong.
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| Don’t you leave me alone.
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| Could you pick up the phone?
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| I’m lost at a truck stop somewhere in the South.
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| I don’t know where I’m going, but I’m figuring it out.
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| I locked myself in this phone booth; |
| read your number out loud.
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| Now, I’m waiting it out.
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| If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole.
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| If I stay here long enough, maybe the night would take me home.
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| I won’t let go, even if you say so.
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| No, I won’t let go.
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| Hey, Dianne,
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| I’ve been trying to quit.
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| I went from pack and a half a day to this e-cigarette bullshit.
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| It don’t give me what I want, but it stops them coughing fits.
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| Oh, I know how you hate it.
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| Hey, Dianne,
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| I know I fucked up.
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| It’s just when we lost the baby, I kind of shut off.
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| I know I never listened.
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| I wasn’t there for you enough.
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| I’m a fuck up.
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| If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole.
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| If I stay here long enough, maybe the night could take me home.
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| I won’t let go, even if you say so.
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| No, I won’t let go.
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| I had a dream I flew back North
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| And the plane went down before we hit New York.
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| You didn’t come to the funeral.
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| You didn’t come to the funeral.
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| I hope you’d come to the funeral.
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| I hope you’d come to the funeral.
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| Hey, Dianne… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Divorce and the American South , by - Aaron West and The Roaring Twenties. Song from the album We Don't Have Each Other, in the genre Альтернатива