| Rhonda Lee
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| You got a lot of weight to bear
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| Cutting your own hair
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| Apologizing to the girl upstairs
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| 'Cause the police
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| Woke up the neighborhood last night
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| In the backyard with flashlights
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| Your husband running from his drunken fights
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| Do you think you might
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| Want to walk along the highway
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| And they ask you why you do not leave
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| But you don’t want to walk along the highway
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| In the cold December breeze
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| Rhonda Lee
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| You got a lot on your mind
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| Your first child due right at Christmas time
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| You know he’s really not the family kind
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| And in your head
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| You see a pretty Christmas tree
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| Two tall candles on the mantle piece
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| All around you family
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| It could be
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| Do you want to walk along the highway
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| And they ask you why you do not leave
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| But you don’t want to walk along the highway
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| In the cold December breeze
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| There’s a kicking inside you
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| Now you’ve got to decide this for two
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| And it haunts you
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| Whey they ask you
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| 'Cause you got to
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| Walk along the highway
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| Into the life that you can dream |