| There’s no lipstick on your collar
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| You haven’t spent a dollar
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| On roses or fancy hotel rooms
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| You’re smart enough to hide it
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| But fool enough to keep denying the truth
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| And I can see your fingers shakin'
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| With each promise that you’re breakin', I know
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| But instead of packing up your things to go
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| You lie beside me
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| When you get home in the cold dead of night
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| And you lie in our bed each dawn’s early light
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| You lie in her arms
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| Like a thief stealing my precious time
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| And I’m tired
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| Of waking up to the place where you lie
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| This town is full of whispers
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| About seeing you 'round with her
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| Seems you’re finally taking out the trash
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| You shake your head, you roll your eyes
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| Say that it’s all in my mind, relax
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| But after all these years together
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| Honey, no-one knows you better than me
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| But instead of packing up your things to leave
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| You lie beside me
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| When you get home in the cold dead of night
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| And you lie in our bed each dawn’s early light
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| You lie in her arms
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| Like a thief stealing my precious time
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| So you’ll find I’ll be gone in the morning
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| While you lie |