| She can hear his car as it pulls in the drive
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| She can whisper a prayer thank God he’s alive
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| She can meet him at the door, catch him when he falls
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| She can even believe that it isn’t his fault
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| But she can’t save him
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| She can make his coffee in the cold light of day
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| She can make his excuses, tell the boss he’ll be late
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| She can wave at the neighbors then kiss him goodbye
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| And not say a word about what happened last night
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| But she can’t save him
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| Sometimes she dreams that he’s caught in a stream
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| And the water keeps pulling him down
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| She reaches for him as he pulls her in
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| She wakes just before she drowns
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| She can remember the man that he was
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| And still she’d a tear for what he’s become
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| She can live in that house until the day
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| She sees that it’s only herself she can save
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| 'Cause she can’t save him
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| And that day she’ll know she hasn’t failed
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| 'Cause nothing can change until he saves himself
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| No she can’t save him |