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She was holding back the tears |
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As I packed up the last few years |
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And said, "I'm tired of being so tied down" |
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I'm sure the kids will understand |
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That daddy's making other plans |
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I grab my bags and I was freedom bound |
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And then I saw the writing on the wall |
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It said, "We love you daddy most of all" |
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There in purple crayons, scribbled knee high in the hall |
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I saw the writing on the wall |
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When the [Incomprehensible] wore off, of being free |
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Their memories started haunting me |
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I headed home as fast as I could go |
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My keys still fit that same ol' door |
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But no one lived there anymore |
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And that tender message made my tear drops flow |
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And then I saw the writing on the wall |
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It said, "We love you daddy most of all" |
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There in purple crayons, scribbled knee high in the hall |
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I saw the writing on the wall, I saw the writing on the wall |
