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Wednesday morning at five o'clock |
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As the day begins |
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Silently closing her bedroom door |
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Leaving the note that she hoped would say more |
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She goes downstairs to the kitchen |
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Clutching her handkerchief |
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Quietly turning the back door key |
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Stepping outside she is free |
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She |
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(We gave her most of our lives) |
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Is leaving |
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(Sacrificed most of our lives) |
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Home |
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(We gave her everything money could buy) |
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She's leaving home after living alone for so many years |
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(Bye, bye) |
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Father snores as his wife |
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Gets into her dressing gown |
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Picks up the letter that's lying there |
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Standing alone at the top of the stairs |
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She breaks down and cries to her husband |
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Daddy, our baby's gone |
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Why would she treat us so thoughtlessly? |
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How could she do this to me? |
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She |
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(We never thought of ourselves) |
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Is leaving |
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(Never a thought for ourselves) |
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Home |
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(We struggled hard all our lives to get by) |
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She's leaving home after living alone for so many years |
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(Bye, bye) |
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Friday morning at nine o'clock |
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She is far away |
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Waiting to keep the appointment she made |
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Meeting a man from the motor trade |
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She |
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(What did we do that was wrong) |
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Is having |
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(We didn't know it was wrong) |
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Fun |
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(Fun is the one thing that money can't buy) |
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Something inside that was always denied for so many years |
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(Bye, bye) |
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She's leaving home |
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(Bye, bye) |
