The summer months left me alone
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But the fall rolled in on the back of a storm
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In the night you and I drove
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Have you ever seen lightning and snow?
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All these weeks without a note
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It's like a ticking clock
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Every time that you phone
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I've run aground truth be told
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And when it comes to me
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I'll let you know
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Don't be like that
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Just my luck an Irish rose
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In a drinking hole
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I'd played a thousand one shows
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What you need is to just go home
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And when it comes to you
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Don't leave it alone
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Don't be like that
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Up ahead the roads were closed
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And the Gennys ran most of Buffalo
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The customs man at border control
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Said yes you can go
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But you won't make it home
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Don't be like that
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Buffalo
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| Kathleen Edwards |
