| Conway Twitty
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| See her there, see her crying
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| She thinks she loves him so
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| She don’t know how much it hurts me
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| To hear her beg him not to go
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| If she were mine again
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| I’d never let the tears fill her eyes
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| She don’t know how much it hurts me
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| To see an angel cry
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| Once she built her world around me
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| But like a fool I tore it down
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| And she begged me not to leave her
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| Just the way she’s doing now
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| Now, she’s begging to another
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| With that same hurt in her eyes
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| She don’t know how much it hurts me
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| To see an angel cry
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| I didn’t know how much I loved her
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| Till she turned and walked away
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| I didn’t know how much I’d hurt her
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| Till I saw her here this way
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| If she were mine I’d hold her forever
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| And dry the tears from her eyes
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| She don’t know how much it hurts me
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| To see my angel cry
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| She don’t know how much it hurts me
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| To see my angel cry… |