| As her key unlocks the front door
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| I reach out to find a light so she can see
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| Then I wait to hear her story
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| Why she stayed out late tonight and she tells me
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| That it really wasn’t her fault
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| If she’d had her ways she’d have been home hours ago
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| That’s when her tears start to flowin'
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| And she swears it’s true but in my heart I know
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| When I’m sure that I’ve convinced her
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| That I believe her story then I turn away
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| I don’t let her know she’s hurt me
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| 'Cause the words stick in my throat I wanna say
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| And I’m so afraid I’ll lose her
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| If she knew I knew the truth she just might go
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| So I listen to her story
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| Try to hide the hurt, but in my heart I know
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| She’s lying, there’s not a word of truth in her crying
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| And still I’ve got this awful urge to take her in my arms and hold her tight
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| God, I know she’s lying, a little more of me keeps on dying
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| Oh how I wish that I could be the one that she’s been lyin' with tonight
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| Instead of me I’d rather be the one that she’s been lyin' with tonight
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| She’s lying |