How Far Do I Have to Go(Before You'll Admit..)

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How Far Do I Have to Go(Before You'll Admit I'm Gone)It was past eleven-thirtypink moon over Albequerquemy cell phone started ringing againit was buried 'neath some Bud cansand I knew there was a good chanceit was her on the other endthough I'd been driving since Kansasshe asked when I'd be homeI said, "under the circumstancesdon't leave a light oncos how far do I hafta gobefore you'll admit I'm gonehow long do I hafta keep movin'till you'll admit I've moved onthe distance between uswas there all alongso how far do I hafta gobefore you'l admit I'm gone"well, I hoped when she stopped callingshe knew I wasn't fallingfor her excuses no morebut it was sev'ral days laterI was kissing this heartbreakeron a honky-tonk dance floorthat cowgirl's arms were all around mewhen a familiar face walked inI said, "I don't know how you found mebut you can see where my love has beenand how far do I hafta gobefore you'll admit I'm gonehow long do I hafta keep movin'till you'll admit I've moved onthe distance between uswas there all alongso how far do I hafta gobefore you'l admit I'm gone"Lady, it was you who crossed the lineand I left you to leave the pain behindbut how far do I hafta gobefore you'll admit I'm gonehow long do I hafta keep movin'till you'll admit I've moved onthe distance between uswas there all alongso how far do I hafta gobefore you'l admit I'm gone"(c)2005 Robert George