| I pick those tomatoes we grew off the vine
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| They look out the window, just killing time
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| I reach for the phone just to make sure it’s on
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| And I’m fine
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| I put on my makeup for no one at all
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| My heels on the hardwood echo down the hall
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| And I open the wardrobe, put my face in your clothes
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| And I’m fine
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| I try to sleep, I just lie here awake
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| I’ve stopped counting sheep, now I just count the days
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| 'Til you’re back in this bed that I remake every time
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| And if they ask, I’ll say I’m fine
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| Just like the circus, you always leave town
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| I can’t help but cry when that big top comes down
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| But I leave the light on and when you get back home
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| We’ll be fine
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| And I’ll try to sleep but just lie here awake
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| I’ve stopped counting sheep, now I just count the days
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| 'Til you’re back in this bed that I remake every time
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| And if they ask, I’ll say I’m fine
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| They always say you don’t get to choose
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| The same old cliché, love chooses you
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| So, baby, I’ll wait just like I always do
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| And I’ll try to sleep, but just lie here awake
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| I’ve stopped counting sheep, now I just count the days
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| 'Til you’re back in this bed that I remake every time
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| And if they ask, I’ll say I’m fine
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| Hmm, hmm |