Bryan Adams - Long Gone

Bryan Adams - Long Gone

The telephone's bin ringin' - ringin' off the wall.
It's your Las Vegas lawyer - another long distance call.
He says you get the house and the car.
And I get the clothes I got on.
Now she's gone.
Long, long, long, long gone.
Now I'm a happy boy.

She's long, long, long, long gone.

Operator get me Manhatten - get my baby on the line.
Sooner or later she's gotta realize.
That all my feelin's were for real.
But maybe she was leadin' me on.

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She took the frigidaire.
She got my favorite chair.
You could say she got the best of me.

It's like a legal crime.
But in a matter of time.
She'll be back for the rest of me.