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She left without leavin' 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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'Cause she talked about it all the time
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It was almost a year before she called him up
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Three rings and an answering machine is what she got
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If you're callin' '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 somethin' to sell, you're wastin' your time, I'm not buyin'
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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, 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, 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, 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 evenin'
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And this is what he heard
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If you're callin' 'bout my heart
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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 to know where I belong
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And by the way, boy, this is no machine you're talkin' to
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Can't you tell, this is Austin, and I still love you
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I still love you
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Austin
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| Blake Shelton |
