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Wednesday morning at five o'clock 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(We gave her most of our lives) |
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Is leaving(Sacrificed most of our lives) |
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Home(We gave her everything money could buy) |
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She's leaving home after living alone |
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For so many years |
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Father snores as his wife 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 she breaks down |
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And cries to her husband, 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(We never thought of ourselves) |
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Is leaving(Never a thought for ourselves) |
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Home(We struggled hard all our lives to get by) |
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She's leaving home after living alone |
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For so many years |
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Friday morning at nine o'clock 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(What did we do that was wrong?) |
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Is having(We didn't know it was wrong) |
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Fun(Fun is the one thing that money can't buy) |
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Something inside that was always denied |
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For so many years |
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She's leaving home |
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Bye, bye |
