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I heard the front door closing softly, |
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As i wakened from my sleep; |
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With the last touch of her kips, lord, |
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Like a whisper on my cheek; |
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And i cursed the sun for risin', |
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'cause the worst, lord, was yet to come; |
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'cause this morning, she's just leavin', |
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But, come sundown, she'll be gone. |
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See the lipstick on the pillow |
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That i placed beneath her head; |
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And the soft sheets still feel warm, lord, |
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Where she lay upon my bed; |
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And it hurts to know it's over, |
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For the hurt, lord, has just begun. |
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'cause this morning, she's just leavin', |
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But, come sundown, she'll be gone. |