| When the sun comes up tomorrow
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| God, how I’ll be wishing
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| I could raise my hand an' turn back the light of dawn
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| I found the airline ticket
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| She’d been hiding in the kitchen
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| Tomorrow at eleven she’ll be on that plane and gone
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| Well, it never crossed my mind
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| That she’d found another lover
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| She still gave me her young body
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| In her warm and simple way
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| Got that old gut burnin' feelin'
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| God, I’ll be dyin' while she’s leaving
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| And I know now that tomorrow’s takin', baby away
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| Well, sleeping here beside me
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| I could almost swear she loved me
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| But a faint trace of a smile
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| It comes across her lovely daze
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| Wish I could look inside her mind
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| But God, I’m so afraid I’d find her
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| Dreaming of the man who’ll take my place
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| She must-a be meeting him in his room
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| That’s her ticket destination
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| But it’s just a stop along the way
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| While she’s living her new life so swell
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| I’ll be walkin' the back streets of hell
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| 'Cause I know now that tomorrow’s taken baby away
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| 'Cause I know now that tomorrow’s taken, baby away |