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When I came home late Friday night |
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Our house was empty dark and quiet |
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I got the feeling things weren't right |
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And found it too hard to deny it |
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I hit the light switch on the wall |
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But don't recall what I was thinking |
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And then I noticed down the hall
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Our answering machine was blinking |
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Well there you were in perfect pitch |
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Your voice sweet-sounding like no other |
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I heard you giving me the ditch |
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You said you'd moved back with your mother |
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I guess you think I'm kind of dumb |
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And you're too sly for me to follow |
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Although your fiction might fool some
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I found it mighty tough to swallow |
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I understand your feelings changed |
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You've made that clear to see |
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Like the morning sunshine burns away the fog |
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The truth be told I don't much mind |
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Your up and leaving me |
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But why did you have to go and take my dog?
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Now here's a fact of country life |
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You'll seldom find in the big city |
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The neighbors' rumors 'bout your wife |
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Can make you mind what sure ain't pretty |
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So don't misjudge me in your stealth |
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And don't think you're some slick conniver |
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Your mom's still rooming by herself
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You moved in with a stock car driver |
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I understand your feelings changed |
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You've made that clear to see |
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Like the morning sunshine burns away the fog |
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The truth be told I don't much mind |
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Your up and leaving me |
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But why did you have to go and take my dog?
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