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(George Richey/Billy Sherrill/Tammy Wynette) |
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I'll need time, |
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To get you off my mind. |
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And I may sometimes bother you; |
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Try to be in touch with you. |
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Even ask too much of you from time to time. |
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Now and then, |
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Lord you know I'll need a friend. |
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'Til I get used to losing you, |
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Let me keep on using you. |
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'Til I can make it on my own. |
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I'll get by, |
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But no matter how I try, |
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There'll be times you know I'll call. |
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Chances are my tears will fall, |
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And I'll have no pride at all, from time to time. |
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But they say, |
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Oh, there'll be a brighter day. |
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But 'til then I'll lean on you, |
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That's all I mean to do. |
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'Til I can make it on my own. |
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Surely someday I'll look up and see the morning sun, |
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Without another lonely night behind me. |
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Then I'll know I'm over you and all my crying's done. |
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No more hurtin' memories can find me. |
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But 'til then, |
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Lord, you know I'm gonna need a friend. |
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'Til I get used to losing you, |
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Let me keep on using you. |
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'Til I can make it on my own. |
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'Til I can make it on my own. |
