| There I was at the bus stop beggin’you just to stay
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| Can we work this out, baby we can work this out
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| A dust trail from a Greyhound headed for the West Coast
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| As I watch you leave, it’s gettin’hard to breathe
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| No this ain’t how it was suppose to be While you’re out chasin’all your dreams
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| Tell me where does that leave me What about the plans that you left behind
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| The little white house by the railway line
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| The one we picked out
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| We even put the payment down
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| What about the promise that you made
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| To stay with me till your dying day
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| Said you’d never go away
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| Are they just things that people say
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| The preacher stopped by the house last Tuesday
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| Asked if I was fine
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| We sat and talked a while
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| He tried to make me smile
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| But it’s so hard to show my face round lately
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| In this small town
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| I guess they heard the news
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| ?Bout me and you
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| It’s three a.m. and I can’t sleep at all
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| I wonder where you are tonight and do I ever cross your mind
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| Repeat Chorus
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| Well my momma won’t stop crying
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| She wonders what went wrong
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| Could I have loved a little deeper
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| Or did I hold on too strong
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| Repeat Chorus |