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She kept the light open, all night long |
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For me to come home, and sing her my song |
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Oh Debbie |
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Denise was true to me |
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She'd wait by the window, so patiently |
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And I'd come on home with my hair hanging down |
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She'd pin it up, and softly smile |
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But I was out rolling with my band |
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And I was out rolling with my band |
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I never realized, she was so undone |
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I didn't suspect she had no life of her own |
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She was so true but she was a she |
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She was just there |
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I would just come |
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Stumbling in she'd show me she'd care |
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I didn't care cause she was just there |
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But I was out rolling with my band |
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And I was out rolling with my band |
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I wouldn't come home for weeks at a time |
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She wouldn't accept that she was free |
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Oh Debbie |
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Denise was true to me |
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She'd wait by the window so bitterly |
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Wanting me to come close, |
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I guess I noticed |
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I couldn't see, so what could |
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I sayThat more affection could |
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I show her |
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I had only one thing on my mind |
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When I come to her, she'd pin back my hair |
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And out past the fields out the window |
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I'd stareWhere |
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I was out rolling with my band |
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I was out rolling with my band |
