| Her eyes tell the story so well
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| She tries hard to hide
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| So little expected
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| Too often neglected
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| A woman stripped of her pride
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| Always so careful not to cry
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| Until I fall asleep
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| And there in the silence
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| She lies with a tear on her cheek
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| The thought comes to mind
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| That I’ve failed somehow
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| For things I can’t quite recall
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| A man without love is only half a man
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| But a woman is nothing at all
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| She knows I don’t love her
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| Although Heaven knows I’ve tried
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| Her reason for living
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| Is to go right on giving
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| The one thing that she’s been denied
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| Without any warning
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| In the wee hours of the morning
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| She cries
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| The hurt deep inside she tries so to hide
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| Is beginning to show in her eyes
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| And a thought comes to mind that I’ve relive sometimes
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| For here it I can’t quite recall
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| That a man without love’s only half a man
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| But a woman is nothing at all
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| Yeah, a man without love’s only half a man
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| But a woman is nothing at all |