| She looks in his eyes, he looks away
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| She chalks it up as another one of those days
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| If there’s a reason he’s coming home late
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| She hasn’t heard it yet
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| She warms up his dinner but he can’t eat
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| She makes conversation when he don’t speak
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| He shakes his head as the silence screams
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| 'Cause she hasn’t heard it yet
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| If only love could cry out loud
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| It’d be enough to send ths old house crashing down
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| Still, she’s choose to turn her head
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| 'Cause it’s easier to deny
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| Then to admit he’s been tellin' her goodbye
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| And she hasn’t heard it yet
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| He leaves his ring as a souvenir
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| Says so long to himself in the hallway mirror
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| He’s just closed the door on eighteen years
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| And she hasn’t heard it yet
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| If only love could cry out loud
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| It’d be enough to send ths old house crashing down
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| Still, she’s choose to turn her head
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| 'Cause it’s easier to deny
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| Then to admit he’s been tellin' her goodbye
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| And she hasn’t heard it yet
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| It’s easier to deny
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| Then to admit he’s been tellin' her goodbye
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| And she hasn’t heard it yet
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| No, no she hasn’t heard it yet |