| Well her mother came and packed her bags and drove her off to
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| nowhere
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| and in the shadows of her second fathers shoulders
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| she just stood there, crying, crying
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| then the wicked lies rolled off her tongue like war bound soldiers marchin'
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| she ran from the truth like wounded men run from the darkness,
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| when they’re dyin'
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| she’s dyin'
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| and I told her I loved her and she told me she’s leaving
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| just like every other person in my life that I believed in
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| and as she slammed the door and walked away
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| I turned on my radio, oh no
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| And I played her a dancing song to guide her home
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| And I had more faith in her than her mother had in Jesus
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| But like Judas she rebuked my name for jewels and silver pieces
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| A wedding ring, a wedding ring
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| And in my darkest hour her eyes filled with desperation
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| Her words were sharp and her sword was swift
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| Lord I had been forsaken
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| By my one true love, my one true love
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| and I told her I loved her, she told me she’s leaving
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| just like every other person in my life that I’ve believed in
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| and as she slammed the door and walked away,
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| I turned on my radio, oh no
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| and I played her a dancing song to guide her home
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| and as I lie alone tonight in the bed we built and once shared
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| I wonder where you are and who you’re with, do you think that he cares
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| About you, about you
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| Naw
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| Now I am not a godly man my roots twisted and sinful
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| But to have you back I’d bow my head and sing a southern Baptist hymnal
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| Hallelujah, hallelujah |