| The suitcase was in our closet
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| Got it out and laid it on the bed
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| Well, I wonder where it’s been or what it’s seen
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| Oh, if it could talk
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| We got it for a wedding gift
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| Yeah, we took it on that Cancun trip
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| Now, I’m emptying out your dresser like a tornado’s 'bout to hit
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| I quit, you don’t know it yet
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| But everything you own is in the suitcase
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| That’s by the front door in the hallway
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| Waiting on you to take it all away
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| The «you didn’t think I’d find out» mistake
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| I hope it hits you when you’re leaving
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| The screen door and the guilty feeling
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| Well, I packed up all the heartache
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| You’ll walk on down the driveway
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| With nothing in your hand but a suitcase
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| I found her lipstick in the pocket of our suitcase
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| I know I never bought that shade
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| Well, you must’ve found her lips on a business trip turned holiday
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| Now, I threw our wedding picture and my princess cut ring
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| Watching it sink right beside her lipstick in our suitcase
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| That’s right beside the front door in the hallway
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| Waiting on you to take it all away
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| The «what the hell was I thinking marrying you» mistake
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| Hope it hits you when you’re leaving
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| The screen door and the guilty feeling
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| Yeah, I packed up all the heartache
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| You’ll walk on down the driveway
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| With nothing in your hand but a suitcase
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| I guess the love between you and me
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| Didn’t have a lifetime guarantee
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| That’s only good on our suitcase
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| That’s by the front door in the hallway
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| Waiting on you to take it all away
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| The mountains of memories and mistakes
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| I hope it hits you when you’re leaving
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| The screen door and the guilty feeling
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| Yeah, I packed up all the heartache
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| Go walk on down the driveway
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| With nothing in your hand but our suitcase
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| The one my mama gave us on our wedding day
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| The one we took last summer to L. A |