It's killin? me to write the word goodbye
I've wadded up
I'm on a red dirt road windin' up to a
Down the drain pipe 'cross the yard and through the
I had a heck of a time gettin' into my
One, two, three, four
You spun your web back a Sunday
And I heard the rumor that we're callin' it off
And
(Vernon Rust)
Well I ain't proud of what I'm about to
I can feel your goodbye comin' like a storm up
Well, it was 'bout five till five on a Friday
We
You know the cards are stacked against this
As we surrender
Runnin' from the rate race
Just as fast as I can
Take
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