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And I know your last words were "don't call" |
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But I've been driving through a sorry night |
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And I hear your Dear John through the hum of the highway |
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On the late shift, on a long ride |
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Sayin, |
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"John, dear John, you've got a lot to learn about loving me |
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And I know you try, we just run out of time" |
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And there's a rain cutting shadows through my headlights |
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On a stretch of road between dusk and dawn |
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And at first light I lose the runnin' fight |
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And I stop to find a phone |
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And you're saying |
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"John, dear John |
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You got a lot to learn about lovin' me |
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And i know you try, but we just run out of time |
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We used up all our time" |
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And I know what the silence on the wire is |
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In the waking hours of a nameless day |
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And i know you can't do your loving from a phonebooth on the highway |
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900 miles or so away |
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But you don't fret about the bottom droppin out |
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It'll be alright if you just turn around |
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You just dig in friend, if you keep your powder dry |
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You keep your powder dry |
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John, dear John |
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You got a lot to learn about lovin' me |
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And i know you try, but you can't do it |
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From the highway, yeah" |