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She stands there with her suitcase |
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We've been through all this before |
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I know it's gonna hurt me |
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When she walks out the door |
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I wish things could be different |
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We didn't have to say goodbye |
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But someone else is in the picture |
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And we don't see eye to eye |
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The minute that she leaves here |
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She'll run straight into their arms |
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Gotta find the strength to let her go |
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Although it breaks my heart |
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One last time I hold her tightly |
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And kiss her on the cheek |
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As she rushes to the car I'm left |
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To face the lonely week |
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She's my girl Friday as far as I'm concerned |
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I'm lost without her don't know which way to turn |
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Thursday takes forever and Monday comes too soon |
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But at least she's my girl Friday till Sunday afternoon |
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She stands up in the back seat |
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And softly waves goodbye |
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I turn away before I want to |
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She don't need to see me cry |
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I know that I'd go crazy |
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If it wasn't for the fact |
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That I'll always be her daddy |
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And they'll have to bring her back |
