| It’s three in the morning on a Saturday night
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| The laundry and dishes just ain’t worth the fight
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| Headlights are dancing across the living room wall
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| And that lone distant highway just echos the hall
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| Now the babies are sleeping on back in their rooms
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| And he’s been passed out on the sofa since noon
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| And nobody told her about none of these things
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| And God only knows she’d leave there
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| If heartaches had wings
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| If heartaches had wings she would fly
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| Away like some bird through the night
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| It’s a long long way from a young girl’s dream
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| And she’d surely leave there if heartaches had wings
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| She grew up believing that wishes come true
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| A knight on a white horse like some young girls do
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| So she married her the captain of the school football team
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| Just like she was supposed to as homecoming queen
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| She turns out the lights
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| And she lays down in bed
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| The sounds of that highway still run through her head
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| She closes her eyes a
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| Ad she whispers those prayers
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| And falls asleep wondering does anyone care
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| And God knows she leave there
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| If heartaches had wings |