| There’s a friend who will call
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| When her husband’s asleep
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| Crossing the phone lines for comfort
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| And she cries that she needs him
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| And someday he’ll change
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| And now’s not a good time to go
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| And it isn’t my place to say «leave him and run»
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| That no love is worth all the damage he’s done
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| But if she’ll hold her ground
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| Then I’ll hold my tongue
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| Ever the diplomat
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| Oh, I’d like to think
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| That I would be stronger than that
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| Where’s her head?
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| Where’s her nerve?
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| Does part of her think this is all she deserves?
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| Oh, I would be stronger
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| I would not stay one minute longer
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| I would be stronger than that
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| It started out good, they usually do
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| Then one day it’s taken for granted
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| 'Til words become weapons and love turns to pain
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| Oh, why is she still holding on?
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| She says living without him is too hard to face
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| And I try to imagine myself in her place
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| But with well chosen words and well placed tears
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| She forgives him in two seconds flat
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| Oh, I’d like to think
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| That I would be stronger than that
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| Where’s her head?
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| Where’s her nerve?
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| Does part of her think this is all she deserves?
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| Oh, I would be stronger
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| I would not stay one minute longer
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| I would be stronger than that
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| I know what she’s thinking and I know what she’d say
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| That my life and her life are like night and like day
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| And her love is the love that will save him
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| Brave words, but I don’t believe them
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| Where’s her head?
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| Oh, where’s her nerve?
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| Does part of her think this is all she deserves?
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| Oh, I would be stronger
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| I would not stay one minute longer
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| I would be stronger than that
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| Oh, I would be stronger
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| I would not stay one minute longer
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| I would be stronger than that |