| I heard the front door closing softly
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| As I wakened from my sleep;
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| With the soft touch of her lips, Lord
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| Like a whisper on my cheek;
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| And I cursed the sun for risin'
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| 'cause the worst, Lord, was yet to come;
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| 'Cause this morning, she’s just leavin'
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| But, come sundown, she’ll be gone
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| See the lipstick on the pillow
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| That I placed beneath her head;
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| And the soft sheets still feel warm, Lord
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| Where she lay upon my bed;
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| And it hurts to know it’s over
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| For the hurt, Lord, has just begun
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| 'Cause this morning, she’s just leavin'
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| But, come sundown, she’ll be gone |