| You had your hands on the wheel
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| Stood on the street 'neath the telephone lines
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| Well you took everything you could steal
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| You came and you went like a thief in the night
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| And I ran for the hills so you couldn’t kill me
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| But damn you cut close to the bone
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| You can call me a fool you can call me alone
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| Call me gone, gone, gone
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| And this heavy old heart is as steady as stone
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| Call me gone, gone, gone
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| Well the sun’s gonna rise in the east
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| And I’m bound to stumble on a Saturday night
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| Well passion is painful but it’s free
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| Love is a mean hateful business sometimes
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| And I ran for the hills so you couldn’t kill me
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| But damn you cut close to the bone
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| You can call me a fool you can call me alone
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| Call me gone, gone, gone
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| And this heavy old heart is as steady as stone
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| Call me gone, gone, gone
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| I’d throw the horses some feed
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| Warm my hands up to a hickory fire
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| Well I’m hangin' on to the heat
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| Love is a cold institution sometimes
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| And I’m all full of guilt and I’m not full of pride
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| For sellin' my soul for a pat on the back
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| You can call me a fool you can call me alone
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| Call me gone, gone, gone
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| And this heavy old heart is as steady as stone
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| Call me gone, gone, gone
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| Call me gone, gone, gone
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| Call me gone, gone, gone |