| When I come home in the morning
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| And I knock on the door
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| I don’t get that glad-to-see-you welcome
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| The glad-to-see-you welcome any more
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| Oh but to me It’s just like it used to be, baby
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| Because you are still my woman
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| You know a change have come
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| And I guess I’ll blame it on fate
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| The thing that once was love
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| It now seems to turn to hate
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| Oh I guess it’s too late
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| For me now, baby
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| But you are still my woman
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| You know I tried to be The man you wanted me to be
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| But whatever I do, baby
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| It seems to add to your misery
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| Oh you can do What you want to, baby
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| But you are still my woman
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| You know I’m still hoping and praying
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| That someday I’ll find
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| Someone to love me So I can have love and peace of mind
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| Oh I still love you
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| Like I did before, baby
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| Because you are still my woman
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| Your friends are all telling you
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| That I’m a no good so-and-so
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| They say that love and affection
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| Have now turned to a heart
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| A heart that’s old and cold
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| It’s the same old story
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| Same old story that’s so often told
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| You are still my woman |