| Well the morning’s come
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| And Lord my mind is aching
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| The sunshine’s quietly standing at my door
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| Just like the dawn
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| My heart is silently breaking
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| With my tears it goes tumbling to the floor
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| Once again the whole town will be talking
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| It’s more I’ve seen the pity in their eyes
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| They could never understand
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| It’s her sorrow not a man
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| No matter what they say I know she tried
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| Baby’s packed her soft things
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| And oh she’s left me
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| I know she never meant to make me cry
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| It’s not her heart Lord
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| It’s her mind she didn’t mean to be unkind
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| Why she even woke me up to say goodbye |