| Mick came home late last night
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| He drank enough beer to take the edge off a knife
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| And she opened the door, looking older than before
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| He said, «Rosey, you’re too good a girl»
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| She let him in, he lifted up her dress
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| Like an apology began to kiss her breast
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| And he felt much relieved as the ceiling fan tapped out a broken melody
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| And she said, «Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said,
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| Making up was always your favorite part
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| Well, I ain’t young no more
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| And I’m sorry will not mend a broken heart.»
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| He came home threw his things on the floor
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| She worked up the courage to say what she never had before
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| But the words got lost inside
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| He got that look in his eye as the sun went shining on And she said, «Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said,
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| Making up was always your favorite part
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| Well, I ain’t young no more
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| And I’m sorry will not mend a broken heart.»
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| Well the judge knew well Mick was a violent man
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| She got a few headlines, she got a slap on the hand
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| And there ain’t no villains and there ain’t no heroes
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| People on both sides of the tracks trying to add up a whole bunch of zeros
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| And time marches on until it’s all gone
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| And she said, «Do you remember when we were younger and angry words were said,
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| Making up was always your favorite part
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| Well, I ain’t young no more
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| And I’m sorry will not mend a broken, a broken heart.» |