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She puts up with my coffee cup |
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Ringing her dining room table |
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She don't mind those Friday nights |
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When she has to drive cause I'm unstable |
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She goes to church while I oversleep |
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I'm not sure what she sees in me |
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CHORUS: |
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Thank god for small favors |
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The Sunday paper and the taste of homemade wine |
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Second chances and the healing hands of time |
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And thank god love is blind |
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Somehow she knows I love her so |
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Though I don't always show her |
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She only sees the good in me |
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But with me she has to look closer |
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Lord, I guess I owe you one |
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She thinks I hung the moon and the sun |
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REPEAT CHORUS |
