| Well, early this morning it dawned on me
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| The kind of man she wanted me to be
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| She made a list and laid it there beside me on the bed
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| Now what I should’ve done keeps running through my head
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| Oh, I should’ve done this and I should’ve done that
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| I should’ve been there then she’d have never left
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| I should’ve been hanging on every word
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| She ever had to say
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| But it’s a little too late she’s a little too gone
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| She’s a little too right, I’m a little too wrong
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| Now would be a good time to change but it’s a little too late
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| Last night I came home at a quarter till three
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| And to my surprise she wasn’t mad at me
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| I thought she’d finally realized not to worry I’d be home
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| And then I realized this morning she was gone
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| Oh, I should’ve done this and I should’ve done that
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| I should’ve been there then she’d have never left
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| I should’ve been hanging on every word
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| She ever had to say
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| But it’s a little too late she’s a little too gone
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| She’s a little too right, I’m a little too wrong
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| Now would be a good time to change but it’s a little too late
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| Well, I should’ve done this and I should’ve done that
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| I should’ve been there then she’d have never left
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| I should’ve been hanging on every word
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| She ever had to say
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| But it’s a little too late she’s a little too gone
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| She’s a little too right, I’m a little too wrong
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| Now would be a good time to change but it’s a little too late
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| Now would be a good time to change but it’s a little too late |