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Thea Gilmore Contessa
CContessa, Contessa, oh please leave your hat by the doFor CWell, I thought I told you you couldn’t call round Fanymore CAnd outside in the street and the rains turning tricks on the Fday CContessa, I’ve told you so why do you come aFnyway?
CWell, ten years ago by the motorway bridge with a smiFle CAnd your red lacquer shoes, oh you lived inside me for a wFhile CI had an old cow bone that I used to draw hearts in the Fdust CContessa please tell me just what the hell happened to Fus
‘Cause I??G?ve gone Gone rFun that roaCd I’vGe gone GoneF run that roCad Run thatG road homFe C
CI was a scared little kid with a head full of hormones and hoFles CWith one eye on atonement and a body already grown oFld CThere you were with your secrets and your notebook of genuine Flies Saying ?C??girl its your party but you sure as hell don??F?t wanna cry, don’t wanna cry
I’vGe gone GoneF run that rCoad I’vGe gone GoneF run that roCad Run thatG road hoFme C
Yeah, run that road home
CSo I was the black sheep, yeah, I was the lone cavalFier CBut with a face like stone, oh Connie its lonely out Fhere CI’ve taken some pills and I’ve played with the hand IF was dealt CAnd you saved me that time but now I’ve learned to save mFyself
And I’vGe gone Gone Frun that Croad I’vGe gone Gone ruFn that roaCd
Run that road home Oh, run that road home Yeah, run that, run that, rung that, run that, road home Yeah, run that road home