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He said, "Just think it over and write me a list |
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So we can figure out what we both deserve" |
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She hardly could believe it, that their love had come to this |
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Dividing and deciding his and hers |
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But she grabbed a paper napkin, asked the waitress for a pen |
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And one by one she wrote down what she wanted most from him |
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Honesty, sincerity, tenderness and trust |
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A little less time for the rest of the world |
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And more for the two of us |
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Kisses each mornin', I love you's at night |
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Just like it used to be |
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The way life was when you were in love with me |
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She reached across the table and placed it in his hand |
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And said, "You know this isn't easy for me" |
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As he thought about the new car, the house and the land |
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And wondered what that bottom line would be |
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And a thousand other things that she'd want him to leave behind |
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But he never dreamed he'd open up that napkin and find |
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Honesty, sincerity, tenderness and trust |
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A little less time for the rest of the world |
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And more for the two of us |
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Kisses each mornin', I love you's at night |
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Just like it used to be |
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The way life was when you were in love with me |
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Well, he fought back the tears as he looked in her eyes |
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And said, "I don't know where to start" |
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And she said, "Everything on that list in your hand |
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Is written somewhere in your heart" |
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Honestly, sincerity, just like it used to be |
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The way life was when you were in love with me |
