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This time she really tried |
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Came home and the place was decorated |
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Put his pictures in frames |
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Even ones of his friends |
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That she hated |
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She smiled from the couch |
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Awaiting for him to come over |
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He put down his suitcase |
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Gave her a kiss on the shoulder |
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I couldn't wait to see you |
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My baby boy |
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I'm tired of keeping score |
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Every time you get home |
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It feels to me |
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You've got one foot out the door |
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She taught me how to dance |
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In the evening light of her little kitchen |
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She whispered with her soft hands |
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And told me things that she always wished for |
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Then I get so dizzy |
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For this conversation goes in circles |
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I'm sick of walking in a room |
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And seeing shifty eyes make nervous faces |
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I couldn't wait to see you |
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My baby boy |
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I'm tired of keeping score |
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Every time you get home |
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It feels to me |
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You've got one foot out the door |
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YeahShe's sleeping on her own |
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For the last few weeks |
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She couldn't stand the bed |
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The pillows or the sheets |
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Everytime you get home |
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Promise me |
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Things are going to change |
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I just wait and see |
