| There was a pretty girl
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| From some small suburb of Dallas
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| And she came up to New York with a dream
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| In the confusion and the noise
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| All of her beauty and her poise
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| Turned gray like snow beside the city street
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| She met a boy named Steven
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| They made love in his apartment
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| In a second story walk up out in Queens
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| And the thing she hoped to find
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| Beneath him on that August night
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| Was the farthest thing from her
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| As she dressed to leave
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| So she hides her eyes
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| Says a slow goodbye
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| Swears by the morning light she’ll be fine
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| At a wedding in Connecticut
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| The mother of the bride
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| Daydreams about her husband who’s just passed
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| She stands to give a toast
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| She says 'the only thing I know
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| Is when you find a love that’s worth it, make it last'
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| So she chokes back to tears
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| Speaks of all her daughter’s years
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| Thirty Christmases of memories that she keeps
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| And the speech was sad and sweet
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| She kisses guests as they all leave
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| Then heads up to her hotel room to weep
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| So she bides her time
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| And says a slow goodbye
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| Swears by the morning light she’ll be fine
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| Yea, she hides her eyes
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| And though it’s hard some nights
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| She’d take her own sweet time, she’ll be fine
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| A welder who spent twenty years
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| Working in an auto plant
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| Gets laid off on a Thursday afternoon
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| And he grips the 45
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| That rests in the glove box when he drives
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| Then he puts the gun away
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| And wonders what to do
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| So he parks in his driveway
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| And head against the steel meal
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| Tries to think of what to tell his wife
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| And in the kitchen he explains
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| And swears they’ll be okay
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| And she says 'you're the only thing I need in this life'
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| So he bides his time
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| And says a slow goodbye
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| Swears by the morning light he’ll be fine
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| Yea, he hides his eyes
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| And though it’s hard some nights
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| He’d take her own sweet time, he’ll be fine |