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Like the first apartment that we had |
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That bompy little couch that made into a bed |
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Shower down the hall and footsteps through the wood |
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She said, "It's just fine" |
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Times were hard for us for quite a while |
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But through those hungry days she faced it with a smile |
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Not wanting me to know she's carrying my child |
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She tried to ease my mind |
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And for my woman's love, for my woman's love |
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Each day I thank the Lord above for my sweet woman's love |
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Through the years of moving town to town |
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Still searching for a dream somehow we never found |
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And wondering if we would ever settle down |
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Her love never died |
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And if I have many things today |
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I owe it to the love I had along the way |
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No matter what went wrong, no matter come what may |
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She stood by my side |
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And for my woman's love, for my woman's love |
