| Read your note this mornin'
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| 'bye-bye girl', that’s all it said
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| Glad I found it first
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| Before the kids got out of bed
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| Baked a tray of muffins
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| Hung some wet-wash out to dry
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| By the time the kids got up
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| I could look them in the eye
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| You’ve gone away, you’ve gone away
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| How will I get though the day?
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| This god-forsaken day
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| Drank some bitter coffee
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| Read your note ten times or more
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| When I’d washed the dishes twice
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| I got down and scrubbed the floor
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| Empty chair at supper
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| Everybody’s actin' strange
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| Food just gettin' cold
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| Kids real quiet for a change
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| You’ve gone away, you’ve gone away
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| How will I get through the day?
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| This god-forsaken day
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| Rain was fallin' hard
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| As I walked slowly up the stairs
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| Pushed my tears back down
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| As I stood listenin'
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| To their prayers
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| There’s your empty pillow
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| Your side’s flat right to the wall
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| Now’s the time for private cryin'
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| Now it hurts me
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| Most of all
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| You’ve gone away
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| I turn off the light
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| How will I get through the night?
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| This god-forsaken night
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| This long and lonesome, god-forsaken night |