| If you didn’t know her,
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| you wouldn’t know it’s not the same.
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| Subtle changes,
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| that are changing every day.
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| It ain’t every night,
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| but there’s some times she gets that look in her eyes.
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| She ain’t said the words,
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| but I can hear goodbye
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| She’s startin over,
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| she’s in the middle of movin on.
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| She’s learnin how to live without me and she ain’t even gone.
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| Every time I hold her,
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| Lord it scares me to death.
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| Cause I can feel her letting go and gettin closer,
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| to startin over
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| The thing you learn about a woman,
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| is once she’s finally had enough,
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| that you’ve had all the chances
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| but you just passed on up.
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| The nights get long, the bed gets big,
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| talks get shorter than a kiss.
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| Before you know it,
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| it’s a little too late
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| She’s startin over,
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| she’s in the middle of movin on.
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| She’s learnin how to live without me and she ain’t even gone.
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| Every time I hold her,
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| Lord it scares me to death.
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| Cause I can feel her letting go and gettin closer,
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| to startin over
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| Yeah,
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| every time I hold her,
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| oh it scares me to death,
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| cause I can feel her letting go and gettin closer,
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| yeah,
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| to startin over
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| If you didn’t know her,
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| you wouldn’t know it’s not the same |