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Well the morning's come |
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And Lord my mind is aching |
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The sunshine's quietly standing at my door |
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Just like the dawn |
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My heart is silently breaking |
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With my tears it goes tumbling to the floor. |
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Once again the whole town will be talking |
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It's more I've seen the pity in their eyes |
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They could never understand |
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It's her sorrow not a man |
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No matter what they say I know she tried |
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Baby's packed her soft things |
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And oh she's left me |
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I know she never meant to make me cry |
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It's not her heart Lord |
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it's her mind she didn't mean to be unkind |
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Why she even woke me up to say goodbye. |