| The whole night in the kitchen
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| Saying words we’ll both regret
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| And you scream you we’re leaving
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| And you cursed the day we met
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| The sound goes above the slamming door
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| And broken dishes thrown around the floor
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| So loud it made us stop
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| It was the sound of a teardrop
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| When I heard her crying
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| Thought she was tucked away in bed
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| I heard her crying
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| Wish we could take back what we said
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| I didn’t think she was old enough to know
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| Oh, Lord
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| We must have hurt her so
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| When she begged you not to go
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| I heard her crying
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| Well I’d have given anything
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| For time to erase
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| When I turned around and saw
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| Those little tears roll down her face
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| Oh, my heart nearly broke in two
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| When she said
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| Mommy, what did I do
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| To make you and daddy mad?
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| Oh, I’m sorry I was bad
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| I looked at you and you looked at me
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| And we felt each other’s shame
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| Kneeling down to hold our child
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| Said she was not to blame
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| Now sometimes when we’re angry
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| And say things that aren’t true
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| We still love each other
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| And baby, we love you |