| She wakes up in the morning with the new sunrise
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| Looks at her husband sleeping still
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| Inside she cries
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| She makes the children breakfast
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| Gets them on their way
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| Watching them through the window
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| She prepares to face another day
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| Then her husband tells her
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| That he won’t be home ‘til late
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| There’s so much work he’ll have to stay behind
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| But she knows it isn’t work that’s on his mind
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| But still he’ll never leave her
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| Cause what would the children think
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| Where would the children go
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| What would the children do
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| If they knew the way it was
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| But they’ll never learn because
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| What would the children think
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| Where would the children think
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| At the gate she kissed him
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| And watched him walk
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| Hoping this small charade
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| Will stop the neighbors talk
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| She turns to hide a tear
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| Inside her gilded cage
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| She cries for the love she could not hold
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| And lost to someone half her age
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| Then her pride and breakin' heart
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| Tell her to run away
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| But she values what she’s got a little more
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| Two kids, one 9 and nearly 4
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| And she would never leave them cause…
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| What would the children think
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| Where would the children go
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| What would the children do
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| If they knew the way it was
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| But they’ll never learn because
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| What would the children think
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| Where would the children think
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| What would the children think
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| Where would the children go
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| What would the children do… |