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I heard the front door closing softly |
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As I wakened from my sleep |
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With the last touch of her lips, Lord |
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Like a whisper on my cheek |
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And I cursed the sun for risin' |
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For the worst, Lord is yet to come |
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'Cause this morning, she's just leavin' |
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But come sundown, she'll be gone |
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See the lipstick on the pillow |
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That I placed beneath her head |
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And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord |
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Where she lay upon my bed |
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And it hurts to know it's over |
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For the hurt, Lord has just begun |
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'Cause this morning, she's just leavin' |
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But come sundown, she'll be gone |
