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She woke up one Sunday morning |
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She said a prayer and asked for strength |
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She put her makeup on just perfect |
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For the first time in a long time |
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The mirror showed her grace |
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She heard him stirring in the kitchen |
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Last night's whiskey in the air |
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She could hear him carryin' on and cussin' |
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Then the woman in the mirror said |
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You gotta get outta here |
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'Cause you've been broken down and kicked around |
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One too many times |
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You finally found the strength |
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And he ain't gonna break my faith |
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She said I might go back to school |
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I know you take me for a fool |
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Despite what you say |
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Something occured to me today |
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Guess what, I am pretty |
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He took a drag off his cigarette |
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That patronizing look on his face |
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And he said 'Ah, Here we go again |
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Got that little suitcase in your hand |
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Let me guess, you're gonna find your dreams today' |
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And she said, you know, I just might but either way |
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I'm gonna get out, I'm gonna get out of this |
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God-forsaken place |
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'Cause you've been broken down and kicked around |
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One too many times |
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You finally found the strength |
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And he ain't gonna break my faith |
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She said I might go back to school |
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I know you take me for a fool |
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Despite what you say |
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Something occured to me today |
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'Cause I've been broken down and kicked around |
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One too many times |
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Despite what you say |
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Something occured to me today |
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I am pretty |
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I am pretty |
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I am pretty |
