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She watches the soaps and pins all her hopes and her dreams |
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She lets her mind drift with the scripts that unfold on the screen |
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She can't live like they live but each day she sits there and tries |
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Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our wives |
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One life to live, one heart to give to her man |
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She's raising her babies and doing the best that she can |
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So she watches the soaps and sometimes just sits there and cries |
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Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our wives |
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So fly away heart on the wings of make believe things |
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It's nice to pretend and maybe cry at the end |
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So she watches the soaps and sometimes just sits there and cries |
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Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our wives |
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Like sands through the hourglass, so are the days of our wives |
