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Her hair is like a crow's nest, she's got glitter in her eye |
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Her smile is like a jack-o'-lantern trying not to cry |
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She's been living, been living pretty hard |
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Since her old man up and died a year ago |
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And I see her every morning while she's walking to the check |
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She holds her head like she's got something heavy hanging 'round her neck |
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Puts some money in her purse |
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And hides somewhere he won't expect before she goes |
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Don't you think someone should take you home? |
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Don't you think someone should take you home? |
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Well, she stole more than a little from her folks in |
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Cartersville |
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With that wrong foot in that right boot left a lot of room to fill |
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With one foot on the platform and a lot of time to kill |
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They shoulda' known |
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Don't you think someone should take you home? |
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Don't you think someone should take you home? |
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Well, I haven't seen her lately, guess |
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I just assumed the worst |
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But I think |
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I kinda miss her standing there with her lips pursed |
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First thing in the morning eaning up against the church |
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Like it's your own |
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Don't you think someone should take you home? |
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Don't you think someone should take you home? |
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Don't you think someone should take you home? |
