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Lonestar - No News lyrics
She said "It's just a woman thing" and pulled out of the drive I said not to worry I'm an understanding guy. I've heard that when you love someone, you gotta let em go. She hollered "When I find myself you'll be the first to know." Ooh No news I learned to do the laundry, feed the cat, and clean the house. I promised to be patient while she worked her problems out. When she packed her bags, her destination wasn't clear; But I sensed that her intentions were honest and sincere. Ooh No news She could telephone, tell a friend, tell a lie about where she's been. Send a pigeon, send a fax; Write it on a post-it pad. Send a signal up in smoke, tap it out in Morse Code. I'd prefer a bad excuse to no news Her mama's been a little vague as to her whereabouts. Her sister says "I'm certain your romance is headed south." I don't have a single doubt that she's still in love; My level of anxiety is just a product of Ooh No news She could telephone, tell a friend, tell a lie about where she's been. Send a pigeon, send a fax; Write it on a post-it pad. Send a signal up in smoke, tap it out in Morse Code. I'd prefer a bad excuse She missed her bus, missed her plane; surely this can be explained. Lost her car at the mall; got locked in a bathroom stall. Join A Colt, Join The Klan; on the road with Pearl Jam. Buried with The Grateful Dead; Came back as a Parrot Head. Got derailed, got de-iced; offered as a sacrifice. FBI, CIA; if they've seen her they ain't saying. No news Still no news |
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