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Weekday mornings |
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Coffee smell in the air |
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After you've gone and the children have left for school |
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I'm alone and I think about all the plans we made |
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I think about all the dreams I had |
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And I wonder if I'm a fool |
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Weekday midday |
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I've got the marketing done |
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Plenty to do but nothing to tax my mind |
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That's allright--it's a habit |
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Heaven knows I can always watch the daytime shows |
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And I wonder which story's mine |
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She loved a man she knew little about |
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After so many years of trying |
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So many years of doing without |
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Oh, but what's the use of crying |
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Weekday evenings |
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We sit and I realize |
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You've dreamed, too, and I kind of understand |
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I've been with you and you need me to take care of you |
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But we'll work it out so I'm a person, too |
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And we'll help each other out the best that we can |
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'Cause I'm your woman and you're my man |
