| She left without leaving a number
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| Said, she needed to clear her mind
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| He figured she’d gone back to Austin
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| Cuz she talked about it all the time
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| It was almost a year
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| Before she called him up
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| Three rings and an answering machine
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| Is what she got
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| If you’re calling 'bout the car, I sold it
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| If this is Tuesday night I’m bowling
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| If you’ve got something to sell
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| You’re wasting your time, I’m not buying
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| If it’s anybody else, wait for the tone
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| You know what to do
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| And P. S. if this is Austin
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| I still love you
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| The telephone fell to the counter
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| She heard but she couldn’t believe
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| What kind of man would hang on that long
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| What kind of love that must be
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| She waited three days
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| And then she tried again
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| She didn’t know what she’d say
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| But she heard three rings and then
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| If it’s Friday night I’m at the ballgame
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| And first thing Saturday, if it don’t rain
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| I’m headed out to the lake
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| And I’ll be gone, all weekend long
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| But I’ll call you back when I get home
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| On Sunday afternoon
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| And P. S. if this is Austin
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| I still love you
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| Well, this time she left her number
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| But not another word
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| Then she waited by the phone on Sunday evening
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| And this is what he heard
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| If you’re calling 'bout my heart, it’s still yours
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| I should’ve listened to it a little more
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| Then it wouldn’t have taken me so long
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| To know where I belong
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| And by the way, boy
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| This is no machine you’re talking to
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| Can’t you tell, this is Austin
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| And I still love you
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| I still love you |