| Dirty broken dishes
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| Cigarette burns on the floor
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| She held a look of disbelief
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| And wandered through the door
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| To have a seat and meet the parents of the child
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| That was heading the wrong way
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| And it’s probably seven years
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| Since she turned around and hit the road that day
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| Paper tearing off the walls
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| A rotten, moldy sink
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| Well, he wandered to the counter
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| Just to fix himself a drink
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| Like there wasn’t something wrong
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| Like he couldn’t see the sorrow in
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| And it must be seven years
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| Since he tipped his hat and told 'em all «So long»
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| Well, she was so distracted
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| By the color of the room
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| She never thought that she would see
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| Her little flower bloom
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| And take the cards that he was dealt
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| Into the house the big, bad wolf could not blow down
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| And it must be seven years now
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| Since they turned their lives around
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| She said, «Stay on track
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| Don’t let me see you lookin' back
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| Never mind what’s left behind and don’t look back
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| Don’t look back»
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| Well the house shrunk in the rearview
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| They left it far behind
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| It faded out of sight
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| Back to the shadows of her mind
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| Like the shards of shattered mirrors
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| Broken pieces scattered o’er the burial ground
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| And it must be seven years now
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| Since they got out of that town
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| She said, «Stay on track
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| Don’t let me see you lookin' back
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| Never mind what’s left behind and don’t look back
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| Don’t look back» |