The time on the clock on the wall in the bedroom
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Tells him it's time to leave
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Last glass of wine drowns the changes
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She wipes her eyes on her sleeve
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She's not crying she tries to persuade him
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No-one really believes
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No-one really believes
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He holds the gun hard to her forehead
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He's given her his best shot
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She cleaned the barrel while they made love
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It was the bullets that he forgot
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One day when he stopped lying next to her
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That was when the lying stopped
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That was when the lying stopped
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And it's the long goodbye
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It's the long goodbye
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It's the long goodbye
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But it's the wrong goodbye
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The telephone rings for an alarm clock
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Wakes her out of her latest nightmare
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The light bulb goes as she gets turned on
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Where the hell did she leave the spare
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Make up in a mirror that's been cracked six years
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One more left til she falls down the stairs
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Falls down the stairs
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It's the long goodbye
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It's the long goodbye
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It's the long goodbye
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But it's the wrong goodbye
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He's sitting on a windowsill looking out
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Even the laundromat is shut
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He'd write her a poem but he doesn't know how
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He smokes the day down to the butt
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One day they'll meet again in a rainstorm
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But it's gonna take a lot of guts
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It's gonna take a lot of guts
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It's the long goodbye
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It's the long goodbye
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It's the long goodbye
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It's the wrong goodbye
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The Wrong Goodbye
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John Wesley Harding |