| She stands and she stares
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| At the face in the mirror
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| The years haven’t been that unkind
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| Just the right makeup
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| And just the right laces
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| Erased all the traces of time
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| The note that she wrote him
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| That told of her suffering
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| She might have to sit with all night
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| She made up her face
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| She made up her story
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| But he finally made up her mind
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| He finally made up her mind
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| She’d not been the cheatin' kind
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| But too many long nights
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| And home all alone nights
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| Drove her right over the line
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| And he finally made up her mind
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| The picture that hangs in
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| The frame by the mirror
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| Brings up a tear to her eyes
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| She longs to remember
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| Those feelings so tender
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| She felt as that blushing young bride
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| But he goes out drinking
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| Without ever thinking
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| About what he’s leaving behind
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| So she made up her face
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| And she made up her story
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| But he finally made up her mind
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| He finally made up her mind
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| She’d not been the cheatin' kind
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| But too many long nights
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| And home all alone nights
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| Drove her right over the line
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| And he finally made up her mind
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| Yes, he finally made up her mind |