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(mary chapin carpenter) |
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She threw her purse upon the bed |
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She looked around and shook her head |
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There's really nothing left she said |
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There's nothing i ain't done |
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She wore her favorite dress tonight |
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She hoped her hair would catch the light |
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And you just sat there getting tight |
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On double shots of rum |
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You don't care what people say |
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They're gonna do it anyway |
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You don't hear what you don't use |
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It's always been the same old news |
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You don't beg and you don't plead |
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Or miss a thing that you don't need |
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She knew by the way you kissed her |
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When she's gone, you won't miss her |
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Morning comes on an old cat's paw |
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And when the sun hits the wall |
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The light's as bright was it ever was |
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After or before |
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And you wince as waking pounds your head |
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And you drag your arm across the bed |
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And the tangled sheets and the twisted spread |
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Fall onto the floor |
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And the kitchen table finds you silent |
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If you had a thought now you can't find it |
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You take a long draw on your smoke |
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And taste your coffee growing cold |
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She didn't beg and she didn't plead |
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She knew exactly how to leave |
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The way she knew when you kissed her |
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When she's gone you won't miss her |
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She didn't beg and she didn't plead |
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She knew exactly when to leave |
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They way she knew as you kissed her |
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When she's gone you won't miss her |