| She showed up on the doorstep out of nowhere
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| All wrapped up in a Goodwill overcoat
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| She was shaking, with her arms drawn tight around her
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| She said Daddy I’ve been clean almost a month
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| With his jeweler’s eye he looked at her a moment
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| He stepped aside and nodded to the door wide open
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| She went inside and sat down in the kitchen
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| Still wrapped up in that Goodwill overcoat
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| He said, Don’t you want to hang that in the closet
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| She said, Not just yet I’m still a little cold
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| Then how about I put on a pot of coffee
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| He said, standing at the stove now with his heart wide open
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| Wanting to believe it could be true
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| But wary of another perfect lie
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| Forming like a diamond under pressure
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| And emerging flawless in her eyes
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| Thanksgiving is just around the corner
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| She asks him, Is it alright if I stay
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| And with the voice of one afraid that past is future
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| He says why don’t we just take it day by day
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| And her overcoat is hanging in the closet
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| Looks like winter’s coming on now, but it’s all wide open |