| She? |
| s with me
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| I proudly tell the maitre de as we arrive
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| He seems surprised
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| In a clumsy moment as he looks for room, for her blessed chair
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| A table stares, and their eyes show only pity
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| As they try to sympathize
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| Oh, how difficult that must be, look away
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| Day after day, they? |
| ll never see, the joy you bring
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| Only happy at the times I know that she? |
| s with me
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| I wear it like a badge of honor at the mall
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| I hear her call, the only way that she is able with a cry
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| Time to go bye bye, she can? |
| t say why
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| Maybe tired, maybe hurting, god I wish that I could tell
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| Do I ever make her happy for awhile
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| To see her smile, makes my week
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| Though she can? |
| t speak
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| She let? |
| s me know she feels my love when she? |
| s with me
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| I know just what heaven looks like when I see that perfect face
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| For no other mortal heart could be so fair
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| I myself so weak and weary, so imperfect as a man
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| How could I be the one you chose to care for our girl
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| Never done a single deed to earn the right to share her light
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| Though it? |
| s such a painful road we walk each day
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| Lord you have your ways, this I pray
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| On the day I stand before you, she? |
| ll stand right by my side
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| When you look upon me, head hung down in shame
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| I? |
| ll feel the blame, she? |
| ll look at me
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| And then she? |
| ll speak, in that precious voice
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| Don? |
| t worry? |
| bout him my lord, cuz you see
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| He? |
| s with me |