| Contessa, Contessa, oh please leave your hat by the door
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| Well, I thought I told you, you couldn’t call round anymore
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| And outside in the street and the rains turning tricks on the day
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| Contessa, I’ve told you so why do you come anyway?
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| Well, ten years ago by the motorway bridge with a smile
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| And your red lacquer shoes, oh you lived inside me for a while
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| I had an old cow bone that I used to draw hearts in the dust
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| Oh, Contessa please tell me just what the hell happened to us
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| 'Cause I’ve gone
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| Gone, run that road
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| I’ve gone
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| Gone, run that road
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| Run that road home
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| I was a scared little kid with a head full of hormones and holes
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| With one eye on atonement and a body already grown old
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| There you were with your secrets and your notebook of genuine lies
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| Saying «girl, its your party but you sure as Hell don’t wanna cry,
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| don’t wanna cry»
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| I’ve gone
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| Gone, run that road
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| I’ve gone
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| Gone, run that road
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| Run that road home
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| Yeah, run that road home
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| So I was the black sheep, yeah, I was the lone cavalier
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| But with a face like stone, oh Connie its lonely out here
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| I’ve taken some pills and I’ve played with the hand I was dealt
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| And you saved me that time but now I’ve learned to save myself
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| And I’ve gone
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| Gone, run that road
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| I’ve gone
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| Gone, run that road
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| Run that road home
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| Oh, run that road home
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| Yeah, run that, run that, run that, run that, road home
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| Yeah, run that road home |