Divorce And The American South taby ukulele według Aaron West

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Hey, Dianne
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Could you pick Up The phone?
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I know that you're listening. 
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Baby I know that you're home
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And I know where i went wrong. 
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Don't you leave me alone. 
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Could you pick up the phone? 
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I'm lost at a truck stop somewhere in the south. 
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I don't know where i'm going, but I'm figuring it out.
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I locked myself in this phone booth, read you the number aloud. 
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Now, I'm waiting it out.
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If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole.  
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If I stay here long enough maybe the night could take me home.
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I won't let go, even if you say so. 
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No, I won't let go.
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Hey, Dianne, I've been trying to quit. 
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I went from a pack and a half a day to this e-cigarette bullshit
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It don't give me what I want but it stops them coughing fits.
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Oh, I know how you hate it.
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Hey, Dianne 
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I know I fucked up. 
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It's just when we lost the baby, I kind of shut off.
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And I know I never listened. I wasn't there for you enough. I'm a fuck up. 
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If I lay here long enough, maybe the bugs will eat me whole.  
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If I stay here long enough maybe the night would take me home.
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I won't let go, even if you say so. 
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No, I won't let go.
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I had a dream, that I, I flew back north.
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And the plane went down, before we hit new york.
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You didn't come to the funeral. 
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You didn't come to the funeral.
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I hope you'd come to the funeral.
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I hope you'd come to the funeral.
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Hey Dianne.