| In the corner by the doorway
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| Sitting all on her own
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| She’s been there all night long on the phone
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| With her head hanging down
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| There in the screen light
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| See the tears on her face and hurt in her eyes
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| And I wonder who she’s talking to
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| And I wonder why she’s feeling so blue
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| I don’t know her, but I’ve seen her here before
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| And I wonder what she’s crying for
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| Is she waiting for some old flame to show?
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| Maybe it’s bad news from mom
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| It’s hard to say though I found
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| The cause of most hurt these days is a lack of
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| And I don’t know why I should care
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| Lord knows I’ve got my own crosses to bear
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| Last time I checked, there was no one keeping score
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| I just wonder what she’s crying for
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| I’m not in the habit of taking strays, no
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| I just asked if you thought she had some place she could go
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| Now she don’t strike me as the helpless soul
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| I just wonder what she’s crying for
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| Yeah I wonder what she’s crying for |