| She works day and night In a dingy cafe
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| Feedin locals and passersby
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| She never complains bout the heartaches and pains
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| But Sometimes she breaks down to cry
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| And her honkytonk husband spends most of his time
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| Drinking whisky and watching TV
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| And now rumor has it he’s fooling around
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| But the rumor she does not beleive
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| And the sadness of It all is I could fall
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| Like rain, from the sky for you
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| The sadness of it all, is I could fall
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| Like rain, from the sky for you
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| Each night at nine, around closing time
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| he drops by to say hello
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| we sit down and talk, then go for a walk
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| But thats just as far as it goes
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| As he walks out the door, these feelings inside
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| Are gettingharder and harder to hide
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| But I’ll keep pretending, the heart I’m defending
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| Won’t walk out and leave me tonight
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| And the sadness of It all is I could fall
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| Like rain, from the sky for you
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| The sadness of it all, is I could fall
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| Like rain, from the sky for you
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| And the sadness of it all |