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I`m an engine driver
on a long run,
on a long run.
Would I were beside her:
she`s a long one,
such a long one.
And if you don`t love me, let me go.
And if you don`t love me, let me go.
I`m a county lineman
on the high line,
on the high line.
So will be my grandson:
there are powerlines
in our bloodlines.
And if you don`t love me, let me go.
And if you don`t love me, let me go.
And I am a writer,
writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home.
And I`ve written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones,
my bones, my bones.
I`m a money-lender:
I have fortunes
upon fortunes.
Take my hand for tender.
I am tortured,
ever tortured.
And if you don`t love me, let me go.
And if you don`t love me, let me go.
And I am a writer,
writer of fictions,
I am the heart that you call home.
And I`ve written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones.
I am writer,
I am all that you have hoped of.
And I`ve written pages upon pages
trying to rid you from my bones,
my bones, my bones.